One of the most perfect and beautiful creatures in my eyes are the lovely deer. They are truly something to behold. The picture above is my mom feeding a Doe who had come to visit her.
Many deer roam up here on our little Texas mountain on any given day. We live in the Hill country, so I like to think this big hill is my little mountain, a piece of paradise. It is quite common to see the deer basking in the sun on our front lawn. Most deer are very shy, but if I am patient, they have been known to come close enough to feed them some fruit or veggies of some kind.
I call my mom the "Deer Whisperer" because when she used to come out of her house, they were waiting for her. They came up to her so easily. My mom is a very gentle and kind soul. I believe they could sense her sweet spirit and knew a treat of some kind was in her hand.
When my parents decided to downsize, they sold their lovely home to us. The first thing out of my mom's mouth was...
"Please take care of my babies!"
They truly brought my mom so much joy. When she was going through chemo for Lung cancer, the deer were the one thing that brought her peace and joy through a very difficult time.
One day a few years back I was coming home with my mom and a deer ran out in front of my car. I was not going fast at all. I knew to watch for them. Sadly...I did not see the second deer that followed and hit her with my
It was devastating to my mom. I stopped and my little mother jumped out, crying her eyes out. It was dark and I tried to get my mom to sit in the car so I could go look and see if this precious deer was still alive.
It laid there, most likely stunned, but I could see it breathing. We called the police and they came to check her out. They immediately called Animal Control. They assured me they would sit there until Animal Control came. The officer said she may get up after a time.
I could not get my mom to leave her side. She stroked its sweet face and just prayed. Sure enough after about 15 minutes the doe stood up. She just stood there looking at us.
After coaxing my mom to leave, we left her in the care of the police and went home. I am not sure to this day if the deer did in fact make it. I believe it is always a good idea to call for help should someone accidentally hit an animal so that the animal does not lay there needlessly and suffer. Always be rest assured, when there is one deer crossing, most likely there are two or three trailing behind.
The first time this happened, my parents had no idea what to do. Some people who were walking by took notice of the fawn. They talked my parents into letting them take the baby as they said they had cared for many orphaned deer. My parents, not knowing any better, let them take the baby. Later on my parents were told that they should have left it be, as the mother was not far and would return. She was probably watching from afar.
I have read that the mother deer will lick the new born from head to toe, and leave her scent so predators will not come near. They will leave the fawns in order to forage for food and also to lead predators away from the the new little one. She will go several times a day to nurse the baby, but as soon as they are strong enough to follow her, away they go!
It was not long after the fawn was taken away that the mother did indeed return wanting her baby. She stayed day and night for a few days looking for her. This was very sad.
This next time that a mother left her baby in the bushes, mom and dad did not say anything to anyone and just observed her for the first 24 hours. Sure enough the mother did return and took her baby with her.
I told my husband to pull over and I was going to lift the baby over the fence to its mom. He did not think this was a good idea, but I can be quite stubborn. He reluctantly pulled over, I jumped out, and walked quietly over to the baby. I gently picked it up and immediately the little thing began to wiggle and make this this horrible cry.
I heard this MAAAAA! MAAAAA!
What in the world? This baby is crying out for its Mama, I thought!
"Save me from this weird looking animal!" She cried loudly!
I could see the mother deer and she was not happy that I had her little fawn in my arms. She began to make a sound like snorting, and pounded the ground with her foot. I thought I better put this baby down quick or I may have a deer charging me. Of course there was the fence, but they can jump quite high.
I quickly put the fawn down and ran back over to the truck. My husband was laughing hysterically. He could hear the fawns cry inside the truck. I did not find this amusing at all! He suggested we unload and if the fawn was still in distress, we would come up with another idea!
We made our way back around and to my delight, the little one was gone. We noticed that somehow she managed to get to her mother. It was a mystery for sure.
Perhaps they truly do not need us humans interfering in their life and are only to be admired from afar.
They are my therapy when the world is moving way too fast! It is as simple as stepping outside to admire our lovely deer that grace our little mountain.
Deer therapy continues to be my mode of healing on any given day.
It was one of my first digital books.
I hope you enjoy!
She finds friends and adventures along the Cherokee trail,
bringing her to the final resting place.
This story is narrated by Daya, as seen through her eyes.
There are other characters who will delight you. Finley, an older doe who becomes her protector, Awinita, her fawn, Enyota, the mighty buck.
I do hope you have a beautiful day filled with wonder and joy!
May the God Lord Bless You Real Good!