One interesting thing about photographing these deer every chance I get is documenting changes in their appearance--seasonal and otherwise.
When Beck, Ellen's beautiful son, showed up on February 19, 2016, only his pedicels said he once wore a crown. I was surprised he'd dropped his antlers so soon.
At 2 1/2 years old, he's still slight enough to be mistaken for a big doe.
Oh how I would love to find the antlers that left those pedicel scars. I've looked. I'll keep looking. The snow queered my search. They show up best on sodden leaves.
Tell me where you dropped 'em, Beck. Please. I'll give you a little corn.
Here she is on 1/31/16.
I'll just love her as she is, and not hold back and hope for her to be any different or better. That's all we can do for the ones we love. Even, and especially, the ones we love most of all.
6 comments:
You have us all hoping that she keeps getting on OK. Thanks for the continuation of her story!
I have seen a doe in the fields near where the deer ran into my car. Her left front leg appears to be broken which makes me pretty sure it was she. She appears healthy, tho of course she limps. She has made it through the winter.
Ellen, the little doe that could.
Awe what a great story always told in an enlightening way.come on Ellen ... rah, rah, rah!
Love this post.
found this handy listing of deer diseases.... keretosis...
http://deerfarmer.org/index.php/component/content/article?id=130:infectious-diseases-affecting-cervids
apparently you should catch her and administer penicillin... that should be easy, right? Since you're away, the guys can do it and let you know how it turns out.
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