Parentless…

Last night at Whitman’s two fawns (baby deer to you city folk) came into their yard to grab a quick dinner of corn that the bar tenders put out in a feeder to draw the deer in under the lights. It’s a local thing. Feeding deer than dodging them with the car. Then bar talk followed…

For weeks a doe would bring her two fawns in for corn chowder. It was a nightly thing and all the faithful would stop sipping their beers to watch the deer feed. Several nights ago only the fawns showed either meaning the doe ditched them which happens annually in the late fall or the greater possibility is that she is decorating someone’s hood. It all gets down to the fact two little guys are going to have to fend for themselves.

The same thing happened several day ago with our Loon chicks. Their Ma and Pa flew off (an annual thing) and now the two will have to either feed on fish for themselves or stop in at McDonalds for a McFish. Sometimes I wonder if humans should do the same with our young, fly off early. We would be a stronger people but then where would we send Mother’s Day cards?

So, it’s that time in the north where the cords are cut and ALL must fend for themselves…
I wonder if Rosebud has made me my lunch?