After reading our story on the shocking incident where a cop opted to shoot a fawn at his sole discretion without a proper assessment of its condition, Julie Street, one of our readers have another great story for those of you who love nature stories. We share this story on our “community” section as we value your contribution immensely. Like Julie, you may write your experiences on any matter that you think will be informative to our readers. We will always consider them with all due respect and share amongst the community members. Here’s her story!
By Julie Street
I actually came across the fawns in the nature conservatory behind my house, specifically in a spot that my high school friends once deemed the “observatory” because of its position on top of a steep hill in the middle of a natural clearing of trees. Upon finding the animals – who were alone and covered in flies and blood – my immediate reaction to the situation was that something was terribly wrong. So I did what seemed best at the time and decided to carry one of the newborns back to my house about a quarter of a mile away. My plan was to wrap the fawn in blankets and then contact the authorities to see what I should do before going back for the other.
As we headed back I began to realize that a storm was on its way. As a result, my compassion and wonder for the small and beautiful creature in my arms quickly shifted into anxiety about the situation at hand. Perhaps sensing my uncertainty, the fawn immediately began “bucking” in my arms. Worried that it might further hurt itself, I quickly set it down and tried to collect myself about what to do next. Then something amazing happened, it took its first steps!
Now part of me wants to tell you that these steps were towards me, but I was so worried about the storm at the time that I can’t remember . . . and in all honesty, I highly doubt this was the case : ) So I continued on my course of action, scooped it back up in my arms, and made haste. We got a little further this time before the fawn realized that something was off and started “bucking” again. This time I placed it down in front of me and watched as it took a few cautious steps forward and then few more off the path and into the woods.
While I walked briskly ahead of it to scoop it back up again, a middle-aged man who was walking his dog came across my path. After explaining the situation to him, he expressed genuine concern for the well being of the fawns, but offered the thought that perhaps the best thing to do was to simply leave them in place and check back the next day. Of course, as it turns out, he was right! At the time, however, all I could think about was the impending storm and getting back to the other fawn (if, in fact, the experts confirmed that this was the appropriate course of action), so I thanked him and continued on my way.
While the storm clouds continued to make their presence known, my relationship with the small being in my care evolved. After setting it down for a third time, the fawn took a few more confident steps and then (to my amazement) stopped, turned around, and “waited” for me! In response, I cautiously walked ahead of it down the path a ways, stopped, and looked back (expecting to go on another retrieval mission). Instead, miraculously, I discovered I was now being followed!
The rest of the walk home felt like a dream. My inner child soared at the concept that such a gentle manifestation of nature would trust me enough to follow me into the unknown. At the same time, however, I found myself confused that such a circumstance was even possible, and at points felt an intense awareness of all the violence and destruction that I was capable of as an “unrealized being.” Nevertheless, this acute awareness did little or nothing to deter the trust of my new “charge” at any point as we proceeded down this strange path together.
I find myself eager to end the story at this point, feeling satisfied that I’ve payed tribute to such a beautiful moment in my life. For those of you who already know about the birthing process of newborn deer, it should come as no surprise that the “flies and blood” I discovered on the fawns were from the afterbirth of the mother, who was no where in sight because a doe leaves for a period of time shortly after giving birth in order get food and lead away any potential predators in the area. Ironically, the only threat to the deer population where I live is us humans.
I guess that leaves me with the realization that I came to while writing about this experience. Aside from my relationship with the fawn (who was later reunited with its family), the other amazing event that unfolded that day was my exchange with the dog walker. Only now can I realize how important his input was . . . not because it was “correct” so to speak, but because it was delivered without judgement. This lack of pretense helped me remain open to the strange experience that was unfolding before me, while allowing me to tune in to the potential wisdom of his advice.
Of course there are great disparities between my experience and the experience of the individuals involved in this article (http://bit.ly/192l37L). But as I said before, this story is for the nature-lovers. May Triple Gem Bless you!