She toddled into our lives the afternoon of Friday, July 20, 2007.
Venice and Carrie named her “Little Princess” which was quite fitting,
“Little”, however, being an understatement. She was unimaginably tiny
and frail; her body was maybe a foot in length with very long and
wobbly legs about the diameter of a ladies finger. Her coat was
remarkably beautiful. Perfectly placed white spots adorned her like
regal attire. They gave her depth providing her with an unsurpassed
camouflage necessary for this delicate fawn. Yes, she was a little
princess.
From the moment she arrived she was rutting on any creature that moved,
whether it was four legged or two. “Are you my mommy?”, she seemed to
be asking. It reminded me of the children’s book, “Are You My Mother”
in which a mockingbird baby hatches while his mother is away so he sets
out looking for his mother asking everything that moved, “Are you my
mother?” until his mother finally comes back and finds him. What had
happened to this day old fawns mother? Would a mother deer abandon her
fawn? Was she looking for her baby right now? Was she even alive? The
evidence seemed to point to the latter.
Little Princess was willing
to accept anything as her mother. She tried to adopt three different
goats, each one rejecting her with kicks and bunts. She even tried to
adopt the dogs and cats who were actually kinder to her but had nothing
to offer her for food. She tried to adopt us as well, rutting on our
legs and on our clothes. When it became too tiresome to hold a milk
goat still for her to nurse, which was also setting her up for more
abuse from the reluctant mother, we decided to put her totally on
formula or goats milk from a bottle.
She was thriving. The
formula and milk seemed to agree with her. And, she had found her
“mother”. Me. What a joy and honor to take care of this precious little
creature. When coming out for her feeding I would call, “Little
Princess, baby deer” and she would wobble over and begin licking my
legs or nibbling on my skirt looking for her bottle. Sucking so
voraciously at times that she would lose control of her tongue. Over
time she got to be a better more experienced nurser drinking until her
little tummy was full and round and satisfied.
About a week later
I noticed a decrease in her appetite and a weakness in her walk. Then
she was plagued with a terrible case of diarrhea which after a few days
really zapped her energy. I tried treating her the way one would treat
a goat with scours and about the time the diarrhea was getting better
she was hit with conjunctivitis. If she had been a dog, cat, goat,
llama, fowl, camel, sheep, horse, cow, duck, snake, mouse, rabbit,
hamster, guinea pig, goose, bird, pig, frog, alpaca, wallaby, turkey,
fish or ostrich she might have had the right to see a vet and get
medical care. But since she was just a deer she didn’t have this right.
Legally she only had the right to die at the hand of nature or a
hunters rifle. To be attacked by animals, run over by a car or placed
on someone’s wall or in someone’s freezer were the only rights she had
in this life.
She not only didn’t have any right to receive aid
from us but we didn’t have any legal right to give her any aid. Told by
the authorities to put her out and allow her to die if her mother
didn’t return was a shock! If we didn’t obey the authorities we would
be breaking the law. My conscience was torn, “How could we willingly
break the law? We always hold up the laws of the land and teach out
children to do the same. We could be fined heavily or worse if she were
discovered. Yet if we don’t protect her and feed her she wouldn’t stand
a chance. Could we all stand by and watch her die. What would this
teach our children!” The authorities said not to aid her but we chose
to follow a Higher Authority. The Authority who commanded us to take
care of His creatures. They are His creatures! They do not belong to
any state or government. They are Gods! It is God who made them and it
is He who rejoices at each and every birth in the universe whether at a
pets litter of adorable puppies or a birth in the secret recesses of
the woods with not a witness there except Him and the dear mother
present. It is He who mourns the death of each for not even a sparrow
dies without His heart aching.
And so with a combination of fear
and courage we protected, loved and cared for this little refugee until
overtaken by illness she was laid to rest on August 1, 2007. Her short
life gave us a little glimpse of Heaven and more of a passion to want
to be there.