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A Doe And Her Baby Fawn – Conclusion

May 23, 2012

This is the last except of what I experienced travelling the back gravel roads.
It was something very special for me.

Slowly I moved forward, the red truck behind me did also.

Two vehicles came from the other way just as I came up beside the fawn.This tiny little baby deer stood looking at all the commotion on the road and there in the woods behind him, was his mom, peeking out of the trees.

We all moved ahead. There were three vehicles now, a van had come up behind the red truck. Just ahead was a corner and as I reached it, I pulled to the side and the red truck pulled up beside of me. The van moved pass us, turning, going on his way.

I said something like “That was pretty special”. The red truck driver answered an emphatic “Yes!” We agreed that we couldn’t move pass the fawn, it was worth waiting to make sure he got to safety.

Off we went on our way feeling, at least for me and I believe also the guy in the red truck, that we had witnessed something special. The doe and her fawn, most likely just grateful to have survived a traumatic situation.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012


A Doe And Her Baby Fawn – Part 2

May 22, 2012

This is the second part of what I experienced travelling the back gravel roads.
It was something very special.

The fawn walked slowly towards his mom. Wondered if he had been hit, but as I watched him, he seemed to move fine.

His mom was so beside herself. She was a true mom. Her whole presence showed she was desperately trying to get her baby to safety. To get him into the woods, off the road, away from this terror where he could die. Knowing also if she stayed, she too could perish. The horrible dilemma she was in was oblivious.

The fawn was closer to her now and she moved off the road into the grass, then came back out. The fawn ran a bit. I moved slowly ahead then stopped at a safe distance so as not to panic the mom.

She was in the woods, then back out to the grass, to the edge of the road, back to the grass, the woods, the road. The fawn moved closer and closer to her. She disappeared into the woods, the fawn into the grass.
– To be continued

~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012

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