To my right there is a trail and just in front of the trail there are trees that hide the blind but I can see what's coming before it sees the blind. Anyways I see movement behind the trees and a white tail flickering so I ready's the rifle to take a shot when it clears the trees.
Sure enough a deer emerges from the trees and instead of being the usual quiet alert deer this one starts bleating. I was kinda taken aback as I've never seen a deer do this, I lowered the rifle and the deer caught the movement, walks up to the blind, sticks it's head in and starts bleating at me.
Well by now I'm like, WTF? I get out of the Blind and the deer comes to me and starts rubbing itself against me. So I start heading back to the house and the deer follows me. Jim who is sat watching the telly casually glances out the window sees me and does a double take on the deer following me.
We ( Bambi and I) get to the house where by now Jim is outside. He asks what's going on to which I reply "Are we still allowed to shoot them if they surrender"?
Jim is a local cop and he called the a Conservation Officer type guy he knew who came over. He made a call and a nice lady who is licenced to look after deer came and collected it, it will stay with her until it's final days.
Between us we figured that someone had found Bambi as a fawn and thinking the mother had abandoned it, or something else had happened to it's mother (probably totally wrong) had taken it in and then released into the wild without knowing that it was not equipped to survive and was, up until it found me, coyote bait.
The moral of the story (if there is one), leave young wild animals you come across alone. Mother nature will take care of things. If Momma is dead and the young are destined to become some other critters meal, such is the way of things in the wild.
Blu
