I live in the Texas Hill Country where deer are like ants. There just every where. Can’t plant shrubs or flowers because there eaten before morning. We love them all the same. Some few years ago a doe with a crippled fawn was in my back yard. The fawn could stand but toppled over when it tried to walk. We looked after the little fellow for a few days, keeping the dogs away and providing shade. Keeping the fire ants off. Mom stayed around and nursed it so that was good, but we were certain it wouldn’t survive long. But after a week or two it was still around. It couldn’t really walk much at all, but it could run fairly well. Something wrong in its front shoulder. Painful to watch it try and stay with it’s mom. But it seemed to manage somehow. We watched it for months. And then years. It grew into a nice little buck. The disability was obvious but somehow he just fought his way through it.
