I was out walking with my wife yesterday in the Lancashire hills. We suddenly came upon a beautiful roe deer curled up in a ball in the corner of a field. My wife was awestruck, when I suddenly saw blood in the grass. She went to stroke it and the deer panicked and tried to bolt. It couldn't lift its head and it kept running and collapsing. I had a look and saw that something had ripped the poor sod's throat out. Probably a fox. We walked on for a minute but my wife was heartbroken. I sat her down, told her not to look and went back.
The poor thing was lying there in agony in front of me. It's gorgeous eyes were looking at me in fear and pain. It was breathing easily but it's throat was literally opened up, you could see its windpipe.
There was only one thing for it. Yes, I caved it's head in with a huge stone. It broke my heart, it really did. I am haunted by the poor things eyes. I cannot get it off my mind.
Has anyone else been in a similar situation?
The poor thing was lying there in agony in front of me. It's gorgeous eyes were looking at me in fear and pain. It was breathing easily but it's throat was literally opened up, you could see its windpipe.
There was only one thing for it. Yes, I caved it's head in with a huge stone. It broke my heart, it really did. I am haunted by the poor things eyes. I cannot get it off my mind.
Has anyone else been in a similar situation?