The Fretful Mother's Blog

I don’t want Bambi or his mother to die, and I don’t know why they insist upon it. It’s like they say “hey, there’s a car, let me run in front of it, or even right into it.” The mating season causes them to lose control in every way. But at some point you gotta wonder how bad some of these bucks must be that the does would rather die than sleep with them.
Maybe their antlers are lopsided or something. Regardless, I’m all for them making their own decisions as long as it doesn’t affect me. I don’t want to hit one, which I have done before. Luckily no one was hurt, but you do hear about deer going through the windshield in some cases. And then the impact either kills the person or the deer kicks them in the face until that does the trick. This is what I imagine every time I drive during this time of the year. And I feel so bad whenever I see dead deer on the side of the road. Maybe I need to start thinking of them as potential killers. They should have an “America’s Most Wanted Deer” show to raise awareness. You can never be too safe.

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