Friday, July 25, 2014

beyond my reach


Earlier this week, a doe was hit in front of our farm.
I heard the thud, Dave checked in with the truck...they 
were fine, the deer was not.  Remarkably, Dave noticed all of our
barn cats out in the front yard in the dusk...near to where the
doe died.  He said it felt quite odd, like perhaps they had heard her
last call & come out, checking on her too.



The next morning Dave moved the doe to the woods across from us.
That evening, just after dark, he heard a bleating sound coming from the 
corn field near our driveway, near where the doe was hit.
We are certain she left a fawn.  

We sought out a nature rescue in Colfax equipped to accept orphaned deer.
She advised us on how to contain the fawn, what to give it (Gatorade),
and to call her if we found it.  

Dave walked the area where he heard the sound the next morning.  Today, I 
walked the corn field and the meadow at its edge.  Walking, calling out softly, 
looking for any sign of trampled ground, of a scared fawn.  But there are acres 
of corn planted in tunneled rows.  There is dense growth at the edge & around.  
To find an animal, even the size of a fawn, is like seeking a needle in a haystack.

So we wait & listen.  We will wait & hope.  Nature cannot be controlled, 
it moves in its own way.  It breaks our heart when we are helpless.  Like that nest blown 
from the treetop, that rabbit in the tallons of a hawk, that mother combing the
fields for a speckled baby.  


4 comments:

Barb said...

A deep heart-felt sigh for the two of you. I know your concern and frustration. I will send Light and Love you way and pray that the fawn will show itself to you. Just send out your caring vibrations to her (?) and hopefully she will know that she can trust you. ((((((Hugs)))))))

Primitive Stars said...

Oh Kari, how heartbreaking. I love Deer and hate seeing them hit laying dead on the road, ditch, wherever. Hope the wee one is ok and you find it. Last time we we going to the lake, two sweet little Fawns were looking out of the bush, up ahead a ways was a dead doe, pray it was not there Mama. Blessings Francine.

Christine said...

You must have talked to Patty? She's wonderful and such a caring person. I once took an injured Killdeer to her. Unfortunately it didn't turn out well but I know she was in caring hands until the end.

I hope the fawn shows itself or gets "adopted" by another mama.

helenabelle said...

Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry to read your story. Sadly, that happens all to often around our farm here in Georgia. For the past 3 weeks we had been cautiously watching two little still speckled baby deer playing and eating next to the road to the left of our farm. The acreage is heavily wooded, so anytime a car would drive by the pair would run back into the woods. Well, this past Tuesday as we were heading into town, we saw a group of turkey buzzards and we knew...one had been hit and killed and was lying in the ditch. For the next 2 days we saw to lone fawn grazing on the side of the road. Thursday night, as I was sitting on the front porch, I saw the sweet little fawn run across the road and then turn and run back across the road and into the woods. Not thirty minutes later, I heard the spine tinkling howls of a pack of coyote coming from those same woods. We haven't seen the little fawn since. I hope that those awful coyotes didn't get him or her. I know it's nature, can be told that til blue in the face, but it doesn't mean I have to like it. It's the worse part of living in the country for me.

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