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The roe deer had become muchly entangled in a bit of old electric fencing, which had wrapped into a mighty tangle around its horns. I fetched Maggie, the owner of the field, and she lent me some wire cutters and stood on the remains of the electric fence to try to prevent the deer thrashing around too much while I cut the fence off the deer.   The deer was not happy about this procedure, and thrashed wildly and made a terrifying roaring noise, but in the end, we got the fence off, and the deer ran away, so I'm guessing it was more or less OK.    It had a couple of visible wounds, but nothing major.

 I got soaked, because it was hailing and the grass was wet.  And I had to haul the dogs off the deer when we found it.  Fortunately, Rosie is a bit scared of deer and Brythen has no idea how to hunt (seriously, he stood next to the struggling deer jumping up and down and yapping like a puppy: his best effort was to grab its ear), so I was able to haul them off relatively easily and attach them to a tree while I sorted the deer out.  I was worried, to start with, that they had driven it into the fence, as they both shot off when they first saw it, but given how enmeshed it was when I got there, which was only seconds after the dogs, I don't honestly think it was them, I think it must have been caught already.

Electric fencing is phenomenally tough stuff!  Both secateurs and wirecutters struggled with it.   The deer had cut itself, and the blood was over my hands, and somehow I cut my hands too although I'm not sure how I did it.   I hope roe deer don't carry any nasty diseases.  I've just rung my doctor in the hope that she will say 'no, roe deer are the most sterile of all animals'. Fingers crossed.

I should do some work now.  Perhaps when I've stopped quivering.

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dhampyresa
26th Apr, 2016 22:13 (UTC)
Get ready for the call to defend Féerie.
bunn
27th Apr, 2016 07:29 (UTC)
NO. if there is one thing that I realised in my post-deer exhaustion, it's that any kind of heroic endeavour is well beyond me, I would get to the first corner and collapse in exhaustion before I met the foe :-D
r_blackcat
27th Apr, 2016 09:54 (UTC)
The real hero is the one who doesn't want any heroic deeds at all - and still does it when need comes. Here's to the deer's freedom! And to the health of both of you. (Actually, for a Big City's girl like me, the story of cutting a deer from a fence sounds like a fairytale. Even in a countryside close to Moscow the most exotic beast I ever saw was a hare - and it was once in my life.)
bunn
27th Apr, 2016 16:38 (UTC)
Hares are magical too! We don't see many around here for some reason: lots of deer, not many hares.

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