Morning Cafe. Thanks for the coffee.
My day is off to a horrible, heartbreaking start.
I was late getting out to the birds again this morning. I couldn't sleep so didn't head out until 7:30. As I approached the gate to the pen, I could see the electric net that runs along the back of the pen pulsing hard. I ran over and flipped the switch to turn it off.
A young deer was caught in the fence. His small antlers had a hot wire wound tight around them right on his head and another loop was around his muzzle. He was laying in the freezing cold water of the moat.
I ran back in the house and got a pair of wire cutters and cut him loose but he was too heavy for me to pull out of the water so, in my pajamas with my hair sticking up every which way (I didn't care one stinking big about how I looked), I ran to the neighbors and asked if her son could come over and help me with the deer. His mom went in to wake up her husband instead and they came over. He pulled the buck out and took off his coat and dried him with it. The wife went back for a comforter and covered up the buck to try to get him warm.
The deer is lifting his head so they want to see if he will get up and leave on his own.
I disagree. I think he should be put out of his misery.
Every time I think of what that poor thing went through last night, I start crying again. 10,000 volts pulsing through his head and face while he lay helpless in cold water in 33 degree temperatures all night long. It's just wretched.
And I feel guilty as hell because it's my fence he got caught in. I'm just trying to protect my flock not torture the local wildlife.