Yesterday, for the second time this week, a fawn tried to squeeze through the fence between us and our neighbors. Our property is basically deer-proofed, but this little guy was small enough to get his head, shoulders and front legs through, only to get stuck at the hips.
On Monday, Eddie was in the golf cart on his way to pick up the mail when he saw something move and heard a horrible scream from the side of the driveway. He stopped and found that a fawn was trying to get into the neighbors yard through the fence and was hopelessly trapped. We have no idea how he got into our property in the first place, but there he was. Eddie and his friend John managed to pry the fence rails apart so they could lift the little guy up and through.
Yesterday I was in the vegetable garden and Eddie encountered the same scenario on his way to mailbox. Suddenly I heard this blood-curdling scream (from the deer) and Eddie yelling at me to come up and help him. This time the fawn was facing the other direction, with his head and shoulders on our side of the fence. This would be a bit trickier, since we didn’t want to get bitten or slashed by his sharp hooves.
My husband, always the engineer, said “We need some tools.” Back in the golf cart and down to the barn for clamps, and then to the garage for cloth shopping bags and dog leashes. Eddie applied some pressure clamps to the fence rails and managed to get the fawn’s head and front legs into the cloth sack, which made him go quiet and still. Then we lifted him up and pulled him though.
Eddie tied up his back legs, put him in the back of the golf cart and we slowly made our way down the driveway, out the gate and to the front of our neighbors’ yard, where the doe was frantically running along the fence line. Eddie lowered the little guy to the street and removed the dog leashes and sack carefully. The wounds on his hips from earlier this week haven’t healed yet and the ones he incurred yesterday were even more gruesome, but he hopped up and ran straight to Mama.
I didn’t manage to get a picture of him leaving because he was out of there and into the trees before I could focus. But here’s how I imagine them. I hope Mama is giving him an earful…counseling him to not try that again!