Our neighborhood doe had twins this summer, and we’ve seen the fawns — with or without Mom — several times. The girls showed little interest. In fact, both Dotty and Orly have been remarkably uninterested in deer in the neighborhood, whether young or adult, alone or in small groups.
(Well, except for that one time when a handsome young buck ran past us out in Crazy Canyon and Orly took off after him … for a moment, before sheepishly returning. Dotty ignored him and enjoyed watching Orly get reprimanded.)
Had been.
Not long ago, we were on our morning walk in our neighborhood. I spotted the family group, this time with a young buck, a block away. I was trying to decide what direction they were headed so we could give them plenty of space. Suddenly, something spooked the twins.
Instantly two fawns were racing down the block — heading right toward us. They are fast!!
The girls froze, suddenly fascinated by deer!
I quickly UNfroze and urged them across the street. By the time the three of us stumbled across the street, the fawns were racing across the spot we’d just been standing, with Mom and Dad? Big brother? in hot pursuit.
To their credit, Orly and Dotty just watched, interested but not predatory, not even pulling on their leashes. Such good girls! They got lots of praise and treats for that!
The house where we are dog-sitting is above the Bitterroot Valley
We’ve been hanging out in the Montana wilderness, dog sitting. Well, the edge of the wilderness, anyhow. And it’s fawn season.
We were out in the play yard with a motley collection of tennis balls, most of which were cleverly camouflaged in the grass. We do this three or four times a day — take three balls and three dogs. Play for a while. Return to the house with one or, if we’re lucky two balls …
I hadn’t seen many deer around the house at all, and none in this fenced play area, and I hadn’t seen a single fawn yet this year. So I wasn’t thinking about deer as I walked around looking for lost tennis balls. We were down to one, which Cali was carefully hoarding.
Suddenly, I saw a flash of brown and white. A tiny fawn nestled in the grass. I’d startled her (or him). The fawn ran. The dogs, being dogs, noticed and ran after. I yelled, dogs chased, things got scary and noisy. The fawn got to the fence … and tried to get out. Non-trigger warning: No one gets physically hurt.
This part, though terrifying, was also very interesting. Cali got to the fawn first. Tail at half mast, wagging, she sniffed. She did that “hold back and stretch forward at the same time” thing she does when she’s nervous but her curiosity mostly overcomes her apprehension. I yelled at her to get away. She did.
Then Mack got there.
She looked more serious, and I screamed at her to get away. She’s very obedient, so she did. But … the fawn was scared and couldn’t get through the fence and started bleating. With every bleat, Mack returned in a flash. I’d yell. She’d leave.The cycle would repeat.
By this time, Cali had gone back for another sniff. I also kept telling Cali, “NO!” and she’d look at me, then sniff and wag some more.
I finally got there (this all happened in about 15 or 20 seconds …) and grabbed both dogs’ collars. I dragged them away and … Alberta sauntered over to see what was happening. I called her, too, and she came right away. Good girl!
After dragging the dogs into the house, I went back to see if the fawn was stuck. She was gone. I really hope her mom came and got her, but I can’t really know whether she’s OK. It’s been about a half hour, and I am just now starting to breathe normally again. My heart is still pounding, though not quite as fast. The adrenaline is subsiding, I guess.
The dogs were doing what dogs do. Which is a problem where deer are also doing what deer do.
I was happy to see how gentle Cali was, but the fawn didn’t really see that and was justifiably terrified. I’m less thrilled that Cali did not come when I called her.
I’m not as confident about the beneficence of Mack’s motives, but I am grateful that she listened to me (multiple times) though less happy that she kept going back into the fray.
I’ll go out to the play yard and make sure it’s deerless before taking the girls there again but … I’ll also be happy to be back home, where the neighborhood deer respect our 6-foot fence and stay out of Cali’s yard.
