This is Frida with one of her fauns, and I took this picture through the window of my home when the fauns were a few days old.
I call her Frida because she has a lame right leg. So did Frida Kahlo,
one of my favorite artists. Like Frida, my deer, she was involved in a vehicle accident.
My Frida has been coming to visit me off an on for a couple of years now, and she bring her young ones with her. It's almost as though she is showing them off and I am so grateful for that. They are a little bigger now and they come up to my window and stare in at me. Frida and I lock eyes frequently.
This morning I noticed that she was sleeping under the tree in front of my window, which was unusual as she always visited and rested, but never stayed. She hobbled over to my window and my heart stopped. There was a heavy wire around the throat that also pierced her side. The wire hobbled her front legs more than they already were.
She stood there and looked at me in mute misery. "Oh no, oh no, oh no..." as I ran outside and joined her. She did not move but held my gaze. As I was wondering how on Earth I was going to get this off her, a couple from the suite down the hall exited the building and started to walk towards their car. They looked over as I called out to them and explained the situation. Without thinking the man said, "I'll get my clippers and be right back."
While Frida trusted me and did not move when I stood in front of her, the same could not be said for how she felt about the man. I spoke to her softly saying that we were there to help her but she took one look at the man holding his clippers and tried to bolt. She tried a couple of times but she was going nowhere and fell to the ground. I told the couple "we can't call the SPCA or they'll toast her and she has her babies. They agreed.
Finally Frida was calm enough to allow the man to clip and remove the wire, and we left her there to rest.
I would have been heartbroken had the story ended differently.
Why I am telling this story? Because we all feel and need love, and whether we show this to a two legged being or a four legged animal, it all amounts to the same thing. This deer came to me, as she had in the past, with absolute trust and with no fear. She knew I would help her.
Thank God this ended the way it did.
I call her Frida because she has a lame right leg. So did Frida Kahlo,
one of my favorite artists. Like Frida, my deer, she was involved in a vehicle accident.
My Frida has been coming to visit me off an on for a couple of years now, and she bring her young ones with her. It's almost as though she is showing them off and I am so grateful for that. They are a little bigger now and they come up to my window and stare in at me. Frida and I lock eyes frequently.
This morning I noticed that she was sleeping under the tree in front of my window, which was unusual as she always visited and rested, but never stayed. She hobbled over to my window and my heart stopped. There was a heavy wire around the throat that also pierced her side. The wire hobbled her front legs more than they already were.
She stood there and looked at me in mute misery. "Oh no, oh no, oh no..." as I ran outside and joined her. She did not move but held my gaze. As I was wondering how on Earth I was going to get this off her, a couple from the suite down the hall exited the building and started to walk towards their car. They looked over as I called out to them and explained the situation. Without thinking the man said, "I'll get my clippers and be right back."
While Frida trusted me and did not move when I stood in front of her, the same could not be said for how she felt about the man. I spoke to her softly saying that we were there to help her but she took one look at the man holding his clippers and tried to bolt. She tried a couple of times but she was going nowhere and fell to the ground. I told the couple "we can't call the SPCA or they'll toast her and she has her babies. They agreed.
Finally Frida was calm enough to allow the man to clip and remove the wire, and we left her there to rest.
I would have been heartbroken had the story ended differently.
Why I am telling this story? Because we all feel and need love, and whether we show this to a two legged being or a four legged animal, it all amounts to the same thing. This deer came to me, as she had in the past, with absolute trust and with no fear. She knew I would help her.
Thank God this ended the way it did.