Around noon yesterday as I was driving down our country lane toward the paved road, I saw a beautiful Florida whitetail deer, a doe, standing in the middle of the right of way just looking at me. As I slowed but continued my approach, she suddenly jumped over the fence and ran out into a small patch of woods in the adjacent meadow.
As I reached the point where she had been standing, I peered in the direction she ran and saw a truly wonderful sight. In a small opening in the wooded plot, there she stood with her two fawns lying nearby. She had found a spot out of the hot sunshine to keep her young ones cool in midday, yet near the luscious grass and foliage nearby that they love to eat.
This wasn't the first time I've seen this family, but it's normally in my pasture either in early morning or late afternoon when they like to graze. The horses accept their presence and the deer seem to feel safe around them.
Watching the momma deer and her little ones, it made me wonder who and where their father was. I am interested in this subject because about two years ago my wife saved a young buck who was injured on the side of the road. It was late at night and she didn't want to leave him there to be hit by a car or die. Bringing him home to the barn, she checked him out and found no broken bones, surmising that he was probably just in shock and would be okay in a few hours.
We named him Little Joey and placed him in a horse stall with some grain and water and left him to rest. In the morning he was standing and looked fine. Although tiny he had a lot of spunk. Since he looked healthy, we decided to turn him loose immediately. The surrounding woodlands would make a wonderful new home and there are plenty of deer in these parts.
Opening the gate and standing back, he seemed reluctant. It was as if he didn't know whether to stay or go. To help him along, I walked around to an adjacent stall and gently nudged him with a broom handle through a small break in the wall.
The little guy immediately ran out the gate, jumped the fence into the pasture and then the second fence into the woods. He was off to find friends and adventure.
Little Joey is easily identifiable with one antler having a strange twist to it. Although it was very short two years ago, it now is much larger and makes him easier to pick out in the field. I have seen Joey on a few occasions in our pasture grazing and since deer generally remain within a mile or two of home for life, I just wonder if he could be the proud papa of those two beautiful fawns. I'll never know for sure but it sure does make for a good story.
So Little Joey, if you are the proud papa congratulations, but if you're not I am glad you are still in the neighborhood. And remember, Joey, since I don't hunt on my property you are welcome to graze here during hunting season. I hope to see you soon.
I hope you will all consider reading my book, Honey, We Shoulda' Bought the Ark, which should be going to the publisher soon. I'll keep you updated in future blogs. Stories like this will be presented with a Christian perspective, for without Him and the Father, none of this glory would be here for us to enjoy.
Writing about nature makes me feel better and now I'll be able to ramble on politics some more. Next up: Action on the House farm bill. Have a great day.