Longtime Eastern Point resident Elli shares this lovely scene of a doe and fawn foraging in her backyard. I have seen lots of bucks in the marsh at the EP Lighthouse and we’ve had a few single deer in our yard on Plum Street, but never a fawn and doe. I sure would love to photograph/film a fawn and mom on Cape Ann. Thanks so much to Elli for sharing!White-tailed doe and fawn, Eastern Point, Gloucester
Tag Archives: Deer
Car, Truck, and Two Deer Accident
Fortunately both drivers of the two vehicles are uninjured and fine, if not a little shook up. Two White-tailed Deer were struck as they ran across Rt. 128, coming from the Lobsta Land marsh, heading toward the river. Judging from a quick glance, both deer appeared young. The Verizon truck driver and car driver did not sustain injuries, although there is extensive damage to their vehicles. So sorry this happened to them, but very glad they are a-okay.
Furtive creatures that peer at you, while you are filming and photographing them!
While recording audio for my Monarch film at the same field over a several week period, occasionally I came upon a deer family. Not quick enough to get more than a fleeting snapshot however, these two deer were spotted peering at me while I waited in vain for their return, so that I could peer back at them!
Butterfly Days are Here!
I am looking for Monarch eggs and will travel! Monarch eggs are found on the upper leaves of milkweed plants. The eggs are tiny and dome-shaped, only as large as a pinhead, and are a pale golden yellow color.
Monarch Butterfly Egg
Waring Field supports myriad species of pollinators and is simply a fantastic place to explore. Although I didn’t find any eggs on my search on the leaves at the Common Milkweed patch at Waring this morning, I did see four adult Monarchs, three male and one female, along with fritillaries, a Common Ringlet, a bevy of Pearly Cresentspots, Blue Azures, and Yellow Sulphurs. The Monarchs, Ringlet, and Sulphurs were nectaring at the great field of Red Clover and the Pearl Crescents at the milkweed.
Female Pearl Crescent Nectaring at Marsh Milkweed
Please email me at firstname.lastname@example.org or leave a comment in the comment section if you have Monarch eggs you’d like to share. Thank you!
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Emerging from the woods onto the sunny lower field, I startled a small herd of White-tailed Deer foraging. If you click on the photo to enlarge, you can see the male deer antlers are covered in velvet. Antlers are true bone structures and are an extension of the skull. The velvet provides blood flow that supplies nutrients and oxygen.
Wait, that’s not how the expression goes.
Sunday evening, on the way home to Rockport from Danvers, I saw a deer that had been struck dead on the side of 128. It made me super sad. It also made me worry about the driver who had hit it….as that is never good either.
It also reminded me of a time a couple of years ago that Freddy, the boys, and I were driving home from New Hampshire and ended up behind a guy with his dead deer trophy strapped casually to the back of his Jeep like it was a Thule or a bike rack. Previously, I had only seen deer under tarps or in the back of pick-up trucks. Never ever plain as day on the back of a car, in the middle lane of a large highway. I’m not sure why it struck me as so out of the norm, but it did.
Please allow me stop here for a moment and say that I understand hunting and realize that there are merits to it for population control and certainly out of a necessity to feed a family. As a sport, simply for fun, I still don’t have to like it. This post is not intended to start a hot debate about whether it is OK or not….it is simply to retell a story. So, I’m not going to go all “anti-hunting” on you….that being said, don’t feel the need to go all “pro-hunting” on me. I should add that I just finished reading one of my favorite books ever, My Side of the Mountain, to my students….in which young Sam Gribley hunts and kills many deer and an abundance of other animals to survive in the woods. I should mention too that I am the proud owner of two German Shorthaired Pointers, and, while our “bird dogs” don’t hunt, I enjoy hearing stories about their “friends” who do. It seems hypocritical for me to say “it’s ok to shoot a turkey, a pheasant, or a quail, but not a deer” so I don’t.
I’ve also been on sport-fishing boats and have caught tuna, mahi-mahi, and marlin, and have felt super sad as the color drained from their previously gorgeous bodies. It seems hypocritical for me to say “it’s ok to catch large fish, but not a deer” so I don’t. A dear friend of mine (no pun intended) who passed away a couple of years ago, was an avid hunter and we agreed to disagree on the subject. He teased me relentlessly about his “Gut Deer” (as in Got Milk) sticker on the back of his truck.
I also remember being at an airport in Africa with my camera gear all ready to “shoot” the Big 5 in Namibia and Botswana and standing behind people fully loaded with giant guns all ready to shoot some of those very same magnificent creatures. Again….I’m sure there are valid arguments for that….but, I don’t have to like it. And, in the case of large African mammals, I really don’t like it.
But, I digress….big time.
Back to the deer on the Jeep.
My concern upon seeing the deer was mostly that I didn’t want my boys to see it. They were maybe two and four at the time. My husband slowed down a bit and changed lanes so that it wasn’t as easy to spy. At the same moment, a little teeny car came flying by us, with an even teenier driver blaring her horn, screaming, and waving her middle finger wildly at the driver of the Jeep. She was so incredibly upset and passionate. I remember being proud of her….but yet, oddly, feeling bad for the hunter too. Her anger was so deep and….dare I say, mean. That sounds crazy, right? Me calling her mean for her rage against the hunter. It seemed like such a personal attack. She was so emotional and enraged. I remember feeling kind of confused by the whole encounter. It bothered me for days, but I couldn’t put my finger on why.
To go back to Africa…. I was confused in the same way that I felt on Day #3 of safari, when I found myself rooting for the cheetah to catch and kill the impala because I knew there were babies to feed. Days #1 and #2 I was cheering for the prey…not the predator… but, that changed upon seeing the hungry little ones. Surely the impala had hungry little ones too? Knowing who to root for was hard…so I opted to not align myself with either side of the hunt, but to simply watch it unfold…sometimes through the tiny cracks between my fingers that were covering my eyes.
So, all this had been spinning in my head as I thought, “Blog worthy or not?” and then I sat on the couch and saw a video of a deer attacking a hunter that a friend had put on Facebook…. and I laughed…. and then I felt really bad for the hunter. Full circle.
I really need to take a lesson from my fellow contributors and never leave home without my camera. I’m fairly certain, however, that Murphy’s Law dictates that I will only encounter four deer grazing in a field if I am completely unprepared.
So, that having been said, I apologize for the photo quality, but 4 deer in a field in Rockport is a pretty cool grab even if the photo isn’t the best.
Adapt or Die Baby. Flat Out One Of The Most Brilliant Defense Mechanisms On Display I’ve Ever Seen.
I don’t care how hungry that coyote is that’s creeping up on the deer. Deer lets one rip like this and the pack of coyotes are like “We out man. I don’t want any part of that stank ass!” Diabolical!!!
I’m guessing that was a three day old chili fart. Had to be right? I just hope the deer had some toilet paper laying around so it could do a wipe check. Don’t want any poop remnants that might have snuck out making your deer butt all stanky. Gotta at least give it one or two test wipes to make sure it’s all clear back there.
That deer in West Gloucester that got surrounded by the coyotes last year could have learned a thing or two from farting deer. Would have saved itself a whole lot of time and aggravation during the standoff. Shoulda just let one rip and that pack of coyote would have high tailed it back to Canada STAT!
BTW this post is for new subscriber Bill.
Filmed On Laurel Street, West Gloucester MA By Shawn Henry
For some strange reason I receive my Good Morning Gloucester Blog in the evening! So for me it is a Good Night Gloucester every night before I go to bed. Thank you for your informative and interesting blog.
Here are a few pics that I took yesterday in the Northeaster Storm. Also there is one of a deer hanging in a tree on Rt. 127 going towards Annisquam that I thought was rather different as it is out in public for all to see. My son who has the award winning Hunter Angler Gardner Cook blog (honest-food.net/blog1/) said it is a spike deer and very good eating. Although he thought hanging it in the front yard was rather brazen!
Happy New Year!
Nancy Shaw from Lanesville