Early last September, I had a real surprise in the front garden. An urban doe who has been around for years had produced two fawns. There they were, new and tiny, emerging from behind a clump of asters. After the first day or two I saw nothing of them for months, even though the doe appeared a few times. I wondered if the little guys had met a bad end. There was a theory going around that maybe she was just fawn-sitting for another doe.
Then, just before Christmas, all three showed up. The fawns are about four months old now, and happily partaking of local plants.

Notice the pink ear tags on the doe, with the number 101 on them. (My neighbour calls this doe “101.” I call her “Pink Tag.” Silly, but it makes sense.) The ear tags, as well as collars on some does, were part of a multi-year and recently concluded contraception study carried out by the municipality. Unfortunately, there has been no decision to restart the practice, and the drug wears off after about 3 years. We expect the deer population to increase, with these two being a start.
I have mixed feelings. On the one hand, I worry about cars. Another doe who used to pal around with this one, who I called “Yellow Collar” (guess why) turned up with a broken foreleg last April. She was able to move around, so was not dispatched by police or conservation officers, but I have not seen her since and assume she has died. On the other hand, given these two additions to the local herd, I will have to be extra vigilant with netting and deer repellent.






















