Awwwwwww!

One morning last week, the Conservation Department’s internal auditor, Nancy Dubbert, rang my phone. Our conversations normally revolve around financial matters, but her business that day had a more direct, personal link to conservation.

Nancy’s office is on the ground floor, with windows that look out on a lawn on one side and a little blind corner on the other. Back in that corner, bedded down on rounded river gravel about the color of a whitetail fawn was … a whitetail fawn. It couldn’t have been more than a day or two old. Nancy was calling to see if I needed photos of newborn deer.

Well, who is going to turn down that assignment? I grabbed my camera and hurried upstairs, wondering how long it would take the fawn’s mother to find a more isolated spot for her little one. That blind corner probably seemed like a perfect hiding place for her speckled treasure the night before, but when the building began humming with activity, she was sure to reconsider.

By the time I got my photos, word of the blessed event had spread throughout the building, and Nancy was playing host to a more or less continuous parade of adoring aunts and uncles. Yes, we keep plenty busy here, but now and then you have to stop and smell the flowers, especially when it’s your job to care for the flowers.

That afternoon, the fawn was seen standing out on the lawn, nursing from his mother. Another co-worker snapped a photo of that, too. That is the last we have seen of the little fella, but he sure brightened our day and reminded us all of what we are working toward.

-Jim Low-

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That was some neat

That was some neat pictures...You never know where they will be or show up??

Thanks for the post!

Just wanted to share - My

Just wanted to share - My daughter happened to call me right after she left the house to go work a couple of weeks ago. There was a very young fawn curled up on the yellow stripe on the highway – less than a hundred yards from our driveway. She was afraid that it was injured although she couldn't see any blood. She reached down to wrap a towel around it and it jumped up, bleated and jumped into the ditch to hide. I got there in time to see it do that (it was comical as my daughter wasn’t expecting that) – I actually don’t know who was more startled! I looked at it and it didn’t appear to be hurt but I wanted it further off the road so I stepped close to it and it jumped up again and shot me a look and trotted about 10 feet just into woods and flicked its tail at me. I didn’t want it to go so far that the doe couldn’t find it – just away from the yellow stripe in the middle of the busy road! I did check several times during the rest of the day but it didn’t come back onto the highway. Silly little thing! My dad was a conservation agent and we raised many a fawn when I was young. It always became my job to take care of all the babies.