white tailed deer
I had a very sad day. My husband had an appointment at our local hospital which is within our forest. We went in separate cars and as I left, I noticed that a young deer had been hit by a car and was lying in the median, kicking in obvious distress. As soon as I was able, I turned around and went back to where it was. It had stopped kicking but was still alive. I held it’s soft, warm little body and tried to assess if it was injured or dying. I flagged down some vehicles and a heavily tattooed man drew up and also a business woman. I explained what had happened and asked either of them if they had a gun. The man said that he didn’t have one with him but the woman did. She looked horrified at the idea of killing Bambi but I just wanted to put it out of its misery. Another car stopped and said they would call the police. In the meantime, I continued to stroke the poor little creature until I finally felt the life go out of its body. I said, “I think it has died, I can’t feel a heartbeat”. I moved the body gently to see if there was any response and noticed that its eyes had gone glassy. The tattooed man gently helped me take it over to the verge. In retrospect, we are probably not allowed to discharge a weapon in the city but at least the fawn was comforted into the after life. It made me realize how different life is in the the countryside from the city. A farmer would have known exactly what to do.