Saturday, February 26, 2011

When Fawn meets fawn…

Yesterday a familiar face wandered into our neighborhood.  I’d seen him with his mom earlier last fall.  But today Mommy Deer was nowhere to be found.  I, of course, was worried for the little guy, especially when he let myself and my kids get this close.

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He came no closer than four feet away and I was mesmerized.

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He paused long enough to get a good look then off he went as graceful as could be.

Today the poor little darling came back.  Alone.  I now fear the his Mom is gone for good.  Probably the victim of an accident with a car.  I’ve seen way to many deer along the side of the road near our rural town.

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I reluctantly let Lea take out some apples for the little fellow. 

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He gobbled them right up.

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I know we can’t continue to give him treats or become too friendly with him.  If he gets too used to us, then it will be so much easier for him to get hurt by the next car driving along.  He’s just so small and my heart breaks that he’s alone.

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So we’ll watch from our front window and wish him well.

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And be grateful that he graced us with his presence.

6 comments:

Secret Mom Thoughts said...

Beautiful fawn. My heart breaks for the little guy being all alone.

Anonymous said...

Fawn the 1st movie I ever seen was the Yearling and I alway wanted to raise a fawn. And I had you and was able to to that. I wished I was back on the farm and I think I would still would want to take it in. I think it is wonderful your kids got to see how beautiful they are. Love Mom-ah

Leanne said...

Lovely. And sad. Keep us posted.

Anonymous said...

Aw, little deer. I hope he finds some others to help him along. They do belong in herds.

Arrow said...

Gabriela and Isabella were doing a lot of oohing and awing as we looked at this post. As you can imagine, they were very envious.

Forever Wild said...

Plenty old enough to be on his own. Doesn't mean he's orphaned, just growing up.