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Micropoetry – Grief by Rebecca Besser

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Published on September 04, 2023 11:20

Micropoetry – Promises by Rebecca Besser

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Published on August 27, 2023 22:21

Micropoetry – Arms by Rebecca Besser

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Published on August 20, 2023 22:17

Micropoetry – Joy by Rebecca Besser

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Published on August 13, 2023 22:14

Micropoetry – Forgotten by Rebecca Besser

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Published on August 06, 2023 22:10

Fawn Story – A Personal Experience Story by Rebecca Besser

I know this is a bit later than promised, but here it is!

As most of you surly know by now I live in the middle of nowhere in Ohio. Not as far into nowhere as I’d like, but far enough for peace and quiet. And that peace and quiet involves wildlife. It’s nothing to walk out in the yard and see a deer, hear a turkey, have an opossum in the garage searching for cat food, a raccoon stealing corn in the barn, etc. Sometimes these encounters are surprising, funny, or even…cute.

Today I’m sharing a story of a cute encounter. I’m going to tell you about the day I attempted to save a baby deer.

I live on a township road, which means narrow asphalt with no lines and a “common knowledge” speed expectation limit of fifty-five mph. It can be wild because people can be idiots. Between my house and the road, there’s a creek with about a four to six foot drop from the road at the deepest, that gradually builds up to meet the road at the far end. Along the banks, the weeds get pretty high and from time to time the Township mows about two feet back from the road.

On one such day of mowing, a tiny spotted fawn was exposed, which was standing on the edge of the road and I saw it on the way home from picking my son up from school. This meant the school buses would be coming through soon. Which threw me into OMG! mode, visualizing the wee baby being annihilated by one of the giant vehicles.

I pulled into our driveway, and immediately heading back out onto the road to check on the baby, who miraculously survived the mowing; I could see its bed mere inches beyond the swath of mown weeds. (For those of you who don’t know, such small fawns are often left in hiding places during the day when the mother is off grazing.) My son (who was around eight at the time) followed me, but stayed back a few feet and observed, obviously interested in what was going on and throwing in his opinion when he felt it was necessary, or asking me questions.

So, here I am, not knowing what to do with the little fawn since I couldn’t touch it and risk my scent causing the mother to reject it… So, I did the best I could do to keep it safe by waving my arms frantically every time a car went by to slow them down in case it darted into the road.

And the little shit wasn’t grateful either. It yelled at me, tried to rear up (which only raised its front hooves off the ground maybe three inches), and stomped down close to my feet to tell me to back off. Have you ever seen a possibly day-old fawn try to be intimidating? Super cuteness! They have the most adorable wee bleats of anger.

At this point, I’m laughing and so is my young son, still a few feet away.

Eventually, my husband came driving by on his way home from work and stopped where we were beside the road. He convinced me the mother was probably close-by and was waiting for us to leave so she could call it to her.

Despite my misgivings, and arguments it might get hit by a bus, I gave in and went back to the house.

Apparently he was right, because there was no wee carcass or evidence of massacre when I went back out to check a few hours later.

It was quite the experience, for sure. Being told off and “attacked” by a wee fawn was definitely worth the hassle. And who knows…maybe I did save it from getting hit by something. At least, I hope my efforts did some good.

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Published on August 03, 2023 21:06