This morning I went down to the hay house (nee craft shack), and as I was loading a bale of hay into the truck, I saw something furry on the side. Thinking it was a mouse, I naturally shrieked like a little girl. Then I realized it wasn’t alive, and I was safe.
Stopping at the barn, I grabbed a stick to try and pull it off, since I didn’t really want to touch it. It was reddish brown, and furry, and I could see bones (claws?) sticking out. But it was in there solid. Obviously, it was baled with the hay in the field.
So I fed the sheep, and separated out the flake of hay, and brought it up for Cabol to see. You could tell once the hay was opened up that it had a good sized spine. We had to go to work, and on the way debated what it might be. It was the wrong color for a groundhog. Or a raccoon. If it was a squirrel, I’m locking the doors at night. There was no giant tail for a fox.
Tonight we had time to look at it more closely, and position it so it was in a more natural shape. I was still confused, but Cabol figured it out right away. The white spots gave it away. And the little white tail. And the hoof.
Awww…poor little thing. Happens all the time, and if you’re really lucky, the guy baling hay at your uncle’s neighbor’s house/field, stops the baler in time and you get to hand raise/heal a baby deer. *that’s MY experience anyway.*
Awwww man, how sad! They don’t get all freaked out and run away? Nature vs. Technology!
But hand-raising a fawn would be pretty damn awesomne.