Oh, Deer!

Imagine my shock and horror when I came home from being at the beach to find this poor thing in my driveway! First, I called Maya. She made me call a professional. So I ended up talking to someone at the PA Game Commission. Turns out, this is what is known as newborn fawn childcare. No, it is not injured and dying. Apparently, newborn fawns are all bendy and can barely stand up. So mom leaves her someplace safe and warm while she goes off and gets some dinner.

I told her it looked like her neck was broken, and she assured me that was normal and that’s just how they sleep.

If she were injured or dying, there would be fluids coming out of her butt. Or a visible injury. The game warden advised me to take a blanket, pick it up by its shoulder area, and move it to a safer space, which I did without any objection from our little friend.

I’m sharing this in case you find yourself in a similar situation, so you know what to do and what not to do.

But when I got up to my house and opened my front door, my nighttime cat friends (of which there are many) left me a gift that was most certainly dead:

poor guy

Sorry for all the graphic pictures. Here is a palate cleanser — the air is filled with the sweet scent of honeysuckle.

Nature is never boring.