I lived in the country, these thing were a dime a dozen and bumped into them often in late spring early summer.
The mother will park them and the go off and never loose sight of them, she was/is somewhere.
I have run into them in the woods covered in the thicket or underbrush in a field and gotten very close to almost trip over them. Go back in a few hours and she moves them
The mother parks them to keep the predators away because as long a they have their spots they have no scent and a predator(or me) will walk by and not smell them and the mother knows this.
The mother will not abandon them and be near always unless she gets eaten or hit by a car.
Woman is an idiot
Gotta disagree.
She did good.
It was far too feeble when moving and seemed to be very weak from hunger.
It takes a LOT for a fawn to run up to a human and start to try and suckle their leg.
Plus, it’s a paint fawn so its mom may have been albino.
They do not fare well in the wild.
We have lots of them here and they usually are the first to get hit by cars because their vision sucks.
Couple years ago a doe was hit at the bottom of the mountain.
The next day, I saw a tiny fawn along the road, across from where she was laying.
I called the rescue people and they came out to catch it and found not only that fawn but its twin, hiding in brush, nearly starved.
These “Dodo” videos are very cute, but a lot of the time we get the treat of hearing the liberal thought process stated out loud and why they know what is best for all creatures great and small. Like you said the vast majority of the time the fawns are not actually abandoned and the mother is somewhere nearby. I don't know that she always has them in sight but she will be back if physically able... it is their instinct.
You’re right. Sometimes reality is more important than good intentions.
Watch the video. She was aware of the possibilities and tried to let nature be nature. Likely saved its life.
Well said BB. I have had the same experiences up here.
I read about this story on another site a while ago. After some comments with criticism along the same lines, a wildlife rehab specialist* posted and mentioned something about the ears being curled, which meant that the fawn was badly dehydrated. It seems that the “idiot” most likely did the right thing in this case.
* may have been a person from the place where the fawn was brought to be rehabbed?
Exactly right. Mamas always plop the newborn somewhere, go off galavanting with some studly buck, then come back and pick up the baby.
I had Mama Doe plop one down by a quiet, out-of-the way corner of our garage three years ago. She came back and got baby.
Then baby turned into a voracious eater like Mom & Dad and enjoyed our smorgasbord garden just like all of its relatives.
“Dime a dozen” is right...more like “dime a four dozen.” The city finally culled the herd last year which helped, but last spring they were back to doing what they do — spitting out the babies.