Sunday, April 28, 2013
After the amazing storks and their massive nests in Spain, I arrived home to find that a young doe has taken up residence in our garden. You've heard of the German beergartens...well now about my French deergarten.
She easily got into our garden by jumping over the fence on our hilly slope. She's loving the long grass that we've neglected due to our busy schedules....in our defense, it's been raining every available chance we've had to mow. I'm not sure how long she's been there, but she seems to be quite happy and luckily has not found my rose bushes in the front. Yet.
The Game and Wildlife agent who came out counseled against catching her, since we would risk to kill her - their hearts beat too fast when frightened like that. He suggested leaving the gate wide open at night, but we are very hesitant with this method, since she could easily get hit by a car racing by. We know...we hit one on the autoroute two years ago. We were very lucky. The deer was not lucky.
We're currently trying to find someone with a traquiliser gun. That way we can transfer her to the lovely, protected forest nearby.
She's absolutely beautiful; her big eyes and ears. We're all falling in love with her. This is not her, but she looks just like this: