Here was the poor doe two days ago. I estimate her to be about 200 pounds, and
am guessing she was one of last year's babies.
No blood around her... I suspect she was dumped, because there was
nothing to show in the road that she had been hit there.
When I got out there the next morning... she was not on the side of the road, but
about 12 feet away in the deep ditch. I assumed a county truck had
pushed her off.
Now, I don't think so.
There was a trail of hair down the bank.
This morning, I stopped to see what was left... and...
This is what I saw. An empty spot, with hair and blood.
The trail went up the opposite bank and into the soon to be
And clear across the field to the treeline in the distance!
I was dying to go look, but I had the dogs with me. I also don't know
who owns the field, and didn't want to be trespassing.
So, I got up to the nursing home this afternoon and told my
brother, who taught high school biology before he became a
fireman... because things like this used to interest him.
He could not understand much of what I said, but his
table-mate at lunch, Jerry, who is his friend... was a hunter
in his prime, and he said one word.
I said "coyotes could pull her clear across that field?"
He said "they work together and pull the legs as a group".
Wow! I'm in awe of them, I admit it. To work as a group like that... well...
I hope they enjoyed their meal. I suspect it's back there beyond the tree line.
Jes found something good to roll in this afternoon, but did not smell all the way home. Sometimes I can hardly be in the same car with him!
Lilly smelled it, too, but did not roll.
She DID halfway think about defending it, though!
The woodpecker is enjoying the suet... and I have
plans to set up a suet station over here at the new house.
No hawk pictures lately, except for the banded hawk on the pole last Friday... I either see them high in the sky, or far, far away.
I'm sorry if anyone was offended by the poor deer... but that's life in the country.