Reader Diane G. describes her rescue of a lovely little fawn, and adds a caveat: “Most of the pictures are poor quality due to being taken through a dirty sliding-glass-door from some distance away.”
Last Wednesday I came home in the early evening, glanced out my kitchen window, and saw a very young fawn high-stepping down by the barn fence—tiny, all legs, and apparently just learning to walk. I grabbed some quick pics through a not-so-clean sliding door, at a distance of approximately 165 feet, so please accept my apologies for their quality.
Trying to get the hang of this walking thing:
Houston, we have a problem:
I was able to get a very short vid, of the same lousy quality, showing the deliberate halting gate of this little guy or girl.
Eventually it lay down in the lawn and there it stayed. When Mom had still not returned after half an hour, I began to worry about the approaching darkness and local coyotes. I called a rehabber and together we agreed that it might be a good idea to move the baby into the tall grass of the nearby field. (I suspect that’s where Mom had “parked” her little one in the first place, and then the deerlet had wandered into our mown area by itself. I doubt she’d have left him or her out in the open where I first noticed the cutie.)
It looked even tinier up close:
JAC: The ruler is about 17 inches (43 cm) long:
But as I approached s/he opened an eye just a tiny bit, and I could tell the toddler was very aware of my presence. So much so that when I got too close, s/he surprised me by scrambling to her baby hooves and scampering off, albeit shakily. I stood still till s/he disappeared behind a not too distant clump of brush in the yard, then slowly and carefully began to walk back up to the house.
When I was beyond the clump of brush I glanced over and realized I was being watched; I snapped a few quick photos, then retreated to the house.
Before too long the fawn reappeared, this time at the field border, which s/he gingerly entered and then disappeared.
This photo, again taken through the slider, is one of the worst, but I love the way it shows her opposite-leg, clumsy gait:
I thought that would be the last I’d see of the deerling; but around noon the following day, s/he and her Mom were both at the original site, where the doe grazed while the baby nursed.
Sadly, I didn’t get any pictures of that, and that’s the last I’ve seen of them so far, though I wouldn’t be surprised to have them turn up off and on during the summer, if all goes well.