|I never see Brownie's twins till August!|
|Brownie's Nub November 2008|
Brave One and Shy One are both females, both still hang out with her and both had female fawns their first term. Brave One now has twins and Shy One has one fawn.
Nub and Cocoa are Brownie's second set of twins. Nub was a buck and Cocoa is a doe who also still hangs around her mother. Nub is no longer with us and has been killed. Cocoa gave birth to her first male fawn who is very very shy. I loved Nub and rescued him from drowning in an old well though he was not tame like Buttons. Read Defying Death which is a most gripping account of the rescue!
Buttons and Peanut are her third set of twins. Buttons allowed me to pet him this summer, a first for me but now I stay away and he has backed off as well. His rack is very mature like Nub's due to the corn. I pray he will be safe from the killing season. Peanut remains very small but is such a cute little doe. Peanut had a fat stomach this summer which worried me. Her stomach seemed swollen and I was wondering if she was extra wormy. She was born last July. Brownie's eustrus is very late and occurs in January. It takes about 200 days before the fawns are born. I also figured maybe Peanut was just a corn hog and prayed it wasn't an illness, and thank heavens I didn't try to deworm her!
For me, gifts can be given in a more spiritual sense. I believe I recieve all sorts of gifts on this farm. I am privy to spot the most unusual, the most fleeting, and the most rare. The ability to be in the right place at the right time and to be in the present moment so that you can see or hear something that is spectacular is extremely rewarding. One time I was fortunate to look out the window at the right time and see an all white Great Heron. They are extremely shy birds and usually they are colored with varying shades of blues and grays. Not this one, it was pure white and yes, it was a heron! I never saw it again.
I had a riding lesson to give, so I had to bring the horses in around 5pm. Usually I bring them in at dusk. It was a spectacular day with a clear blue sky and a bit of a breeze. I didn't see much on the way, no turtles sunbathing on the old sunken log, no blue birds flitting about, no hawks tag teaming and screeching for a meal, and thankfully no trains, planes or automobiles disturbed the peace and quiet. Then, while almost to the gate, I saw the most unusual vision and most out of place little 'being' in the middle of the gravel road staring at me. What the ? I had just walked down the lane an hour or so prior and saw absolutely nothing...
|Willard, can you tell the sex yet?|
My prayers were answered! Brave One and her two twins and Peanut were visible and meandering about. I spotted Cocoa was hidden at the edge of the woods. Baby fawn was grazing on down against the fence line with not a care in the world while Peanut looked a bit nervous blocking me. Peanut, I asked, is that you? She turned away and raised her tail and then I saw my proof....a little bulging 'milk sack'! OMG! Peanut is the mother! Peanut who is barely a year old and who got impregnated around 7 months! How can this be?? I couldn't wait until I could research the 'net. I wished I could ask Daddy, he would know; I thought of Willard, the author of a blog I follow from Pennsylvania who is a former DNR employee, and to this moment I am hoping he will read my post and educate me . I did find only one entry online that said it was possible for fawns to be impregnated at 6 months (all the others say 18 months) providing its size was large and the food source was plentiful. Well, I can vouch for the food source but little Peanut is tiny! And come to think of it, Peanut has not darted away from the bucks this week. Bossy runs from them but Cocoa and Peanut have not...hmmmm. Most would say it is too early but no way, not on this farm. Their coats turned gray earlier this year. Everything is going to be early I fear which is why I worry about that little fawn....
Where is this baby's winter coat? It hasn't much time to learn anything and missed a complete semester of Summer school! No time to put on a lot of fat. Winter comes early now and can be harsh as last January we didn't see temps go above 32 degrees for the entire month, and this little thing is tiny! Its neck does look thicker, so maybe it is a boy. I pray a trespasser doesn't hurt it during the killing season. I pray no stray dogs find it as they were scarce this summer but one was giving chase this morning driving my dogs absolutely crazy. And by the way I haven't seen my Brownie nor her twins for about 4 days now...that worries me. She is always there at feed time, maybe she is helping Peanut babysit. Peanut came down each evening this week, but not Brownie... and they do help eachother babysit, I see that all the time!
So, dear Daddy, Happy Birthday to you. I can no longer give you material gifts, but maybe seeing this strange little fawn for the first time on the very day of your 80th year is a gift that we can share. I Love you Daddy, thank you for being my father, and thank for all of your gifts you so generously passed on to me!