Before I begin, let me assure you that the department of wildlife was contacted and we followed their instructions explicitly.
Yesterday, my mom and Gideon went to the back of the property where my parents' house is going to soon placed in its foundation. Soon, soon. We're so excited for them. They went to look at a deer that was back there. After a few minutes, Gideon looked down into the foundation where the crawlspace of their home is going to be.
"Grandma! Grandma! Look! Look! A baby deer! Look Grandma!"
Nestled into a corner was a tiny fawn, fur still damp and ruffled. Mom called me on my cell phone and told me to run out there to see it. I told the kids, grabbed my camera, and we rushed back to the property.
Based on a little research, I'm guessing it was less than a day old (photo is cropped- it was hard to, but I stayed back far enough to not give the baby fawn's mother a heart attack).
There is Mama. The baby fawn stays by itself for the first few days after birth and is scentless. Mama stays away so that predators will not smell the baby. A brand new baby fawn mostly lies there, motionless.
My dad grew concerned that the little baby would not be able to get out of the foundation, but the department of wildlife was closed for the day, so we decided to wait till morning to see what they advised.
Next morning, we saw the little baby had moved to another spot, but it still lay there, very, very still.
My dad spoke to the wildlife department and they gave explicit instructions on how to move the baby, agreeing that it wouldn't be able to get out on its own. We wanted to move the baby immediately before it grew any stronger and would kick or squirm. The fawn is the size of a cat, or maybe a rabbit.
Dad said he would don rubber gloves and wrap the baby in a blanket and would need to hand it to someone standing above to put the baby in the grass.
I thought Grace was going to faint with excitement when I agreed that she could be the one to do it. I knew she would follow the instructions exactly right.
The fawn had moved again, and I was able to get a nice photo as Dad picked it up. We couldn't see the mother, but knew she was watching us the whole time. The mother stays away from the baby but is always, always watching. Awwwwww....
Dad getting little Bambi...or Faline, I suppose. The blanket was to cover the fawn so no one's scent would be on it, and to cover its head so it couldn't see and be needlessly frightened.
In a safer spot now. We spied the mother's sharp ears in the grass nearby. We peeked back to see if the baby was still there 20 minutes later, and mother and baby were gone.
This was one of the best adventures of the summer. Last year it was a moose, this year a little fawn. Something none of us will ever forget it.