By Lisa R. (Sisugirl) on Saturday, June 30, 2012 - 01:39 pm:
Hey Paul, that's a great story! Made me laugh out loud! :) Back in my teens, living in the UP, I had a long-haired gray cat named Savu (Finnish for smoke), and one day, we saw her proudly trotting up the driveway and dragging a dead pheasant by the neck. It was at least as big as she was, and she must have caught it by surprise in the field across the road. Being a nature-lover and anti-hunting, my dad was furious with her, but what could anyone do? I didn't like that the pheasant died, either, especially since we fed her meals and she didn't have to rely on hunting to survive, but she was just following her instincts.
Those are beautiful pictures of the little fawn. So sweet! Thanks for sharing, Marsha and Mary.