Twice this past week, does have protected their fawns from predators. Our predator: Tsuga, the wonder dog. I don’t think he’d actually hurt a new-born deer, but their mothers don’t know that. And I’m not entirely sure myself.
In the second episode of dog-fawn encounter, the mother deer threatened not only the dog, but Ann, who was walking on the back of the land with the pup. When the dog chased the fawn up the side of the hill and wouldn’t come back, Ann feared for the dog’s safety and rushed back to the house to fetch me (and the rifle) to help. The mother deer stalked her all the way back to the house, snorting, charging, retreating, potentially dangerous.
In the end, the dog reappeared unharmed, and without any visible evidence he’d done the fawn any damage.
But how many more new-borns are out there? And just how dangerous is the wildlife we’ve come to know and to trust? I have to tell you, my heart went out to the momma deer who was simply following her instincts to protect her young. Whatever fear we felt must have been magnified many times for her. But I had the gun off safety as she paralleled our walk back up the valley, just up the hillside in the shadows.
But then, there are recent instances like this where creatures go psycho: squirrel goes on rampage.
Many thanks to my friend Dennis Ross for allowing me to use the shot he took off his deck this week of a doe with triplets. Oh great. More of the little darlings. (The chard should be ready in about a week.)