The good news is that the old 'don't touch fawns or their mother will reject them' is simply not true. I my previous life as a wildlife rehabber, we often took fawns (brought to us by well-meaning but ignorant humans) back to where they were found. We'd go back and check in a few hours. They were always gone-mom figured out that spot wasn't safe.
Always a good idea to rub them with a clean/dry towel just in case.
Dawn, there is much about this quick story I'm not proud of and so much I am. That fawn would have 100% died there without the pickup and cleanup. Balancing the oversized scale.
Stacy, I read what it takes for you and Boone to keep all the plates spinning, feel the joy you take in each part of homesteading, and my heart grows two or three sizes. Thank you times a thousand for the work you do. It really puts things into perspective for this sedentary suburbanite. ❤️
Well done!
The good news is that the old 'don't touch fawns or their mother will reject them' is simply not true. I my previous life as a wildlife rehabber, we often took fawns (brought to us by well-meaning but ignorant humans) back to where they were found. We'd go back and check in a few hours. They were always gone-mom figured out that spot wasn't safe.
Always a good idea to rub them with a clean/dry towel just in case.
Dawn, there is much about this quick story I'm not proud of and so much I am. That fawn would have 100% died there without the pickup and cleanup. Balancing the oversized scale.
It’s not easy being perfect in an emergency-but you saved a life so pat yourself on the back!
“ I can’t leave the fawn so I pick her up, wipe her face to ensure she can breathe. I am breaking all of the wildlife rules …”
Bless you. 🙏🏻
We're all wrestling with protection this week, aren't we?
I thought the same thing when I read your Friday post. That time of the year.
Oh my. This one yanks the heartstrings for sure. 💜
Stacy, I read what it takes for you and Boone to keep all the plates spinning, feel the joy you take in each part of homesteading, and my heart grows two or three sizes. Thank you times a thousand for the work you do. It really puts things into perspective for this sedentary suburbanite. ❤️
Your note brings me true joy - a heart always growing a couple of sizes is reward that sharing the effort of land kindness and worth writing about.
To love all, enough
to help/heal/clean when we can.
Judgment calls galore.