Yesterday morning my dad spotted a young Fallow deer in a field that was limping.
Each time the deer took a couple of steps she fell over, lay down for a moment, then struggled to get up, took another step and fell over.
The deer was obviously in quite a bit of pain and in a fair amount of trouble.
Even though it was my mums birthday and we had promised her a lay-in, we gathered what equipment we could and headed out to see what we could do.
The deer was exactly where my dad had last seen it, as with such a badly injured leg it wasn’t going far.
The four of us quietly approached from different sides, but the deer scrambled under a bramble bush. As slowly and as quietly as we could we enclosed around it and my mum lay an old towel over its head, then a second towel underneath its body which calmed it down.
The deer was then gently placed in to our very large dog crate which was on top of the trolley we use to take stuff down to the beach.
The trolley was a stroke of genius as it has huge rubber wheels which made the 1/2 mile trek across the field to the waiting car, quite easy.
The deer is now recovering at a local wildlife hospital and mum managed to have an uneventful rest of the day.