My curiosity was running rampant as I attempted to form a hypothesis on what might have happened to her. She wasn’t in any distress, and I didn’t see any signs of blood, so it must have been an old wound or perhaps hereditary. She stood quietly facing the same direction as if she was waiting for something when a pair of fawns caught up to her. They paused to look and sniff the air and on their way they went. But I couldn’t help but wonder what happened to her leg.
It’s amazing to me how resilient deer can be, but it shouldn’t be that much of a surprise. Deer are survivalists by instinct and will. No matter how deep the scars, deer seem to prevail and the saying of “whatever doesn’t kill you will make you stronger” seems to hold true for them.■