On Friday afternoon, as Suzy and I were relaxing from building the frame for the hot tub, we suddenly heard this frantic bleating from the woodline above the field across the tracks. Then it got louder! and closer!. Suddenly a fawn burst out of the corn and scrambled across the tracks and through our yard. It was bleeding badly in the rear.
Fast forward 16 hours...Saturday morning at 10:30am. We were putting our new bikes away in the cellar at the Post Office, and suddenly Suzy exclaimed..."the bloody deer". I turned around and six feet behind me, in the root cellar, there lay the same fawn, with it's right hip ripped open. It had sought the cool sanctity of the cellar through an open door. After the pictures had been taken, it bounced to it's feet, escaped by a second door, and bounded across the lower lawn. The end for this fawn is probably grim. No doe was to be seen and the wound was severe.
The scary thing is what did the clawing?. We had heard the actual attack, albiet from a distance. It had to be either a bear, a bobcat, or a mountain lion. It appeared a clawed paw had grasped the right flank of the fawn and ripped the skin completely off.
We will be more careful when enjoying our mountain retreats!!
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