The first time I saw Lily after she lost her leg, I almost became ill. It wasn't a pretty sight to see a painfully thin deer with a scrape down her side and a fresh wound where a leg was missing. I was fairly certain it had happened in the last week and expected her to die. Putting her out of her misery seemed like the thing to do, but it was out of the question because she was so elusive.
And she had a fawn with her.
Then, she began to gain weight, in part due to the grain under the bird feeder.
She survived and manages to get around walking with a gait similar to something out of a Star Wars movie, or a slinky.
Since the accident, she's survived two winters and birthed two more fawn. And she appears to be the best of mothers.
Nature is harsh, but it has an amazing beauty and resilience.
And she had a fawn with her.
Then, she began to gain weight, in part due to the grain under the bird feeder.
She survived and manages to get around walking with a gait similar to something out of a Star Wars movie, or a slinky.
Since the accident, she's survived two winters and birthed two more fawn. And she appears to be the best of mothers.
Nature is harsh, but it has an amazing beauty and resilience.
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