I work at Outback Treatment Program. We take these kids out into the west desert to help their souls dry out, as the song goes. Anyway on the last day of one of my eight-day shifts I went out for a walk by myself while I was waiting for the others to wake up. I got a ways up the river and heard this weird noise.
Well it turned out to be an abandoned fawn with a broken leg. He (I don't know whether it was a he but eh.) was tiny, like the size of a big rabbit.
He slept for a while and we called our office who called fish and game. Saving fawns is not really their thing, it turns out.
He drank quite a bit of Dr. Shane's Wild Fawn Formula (which is what we named our collaboration of dehydrated milk, butter, sugar, and salt all mixed with warm plastic-flavored water.
So I am afraid this story has a sad ending. Our office advised us to leave him there to hobble around until he gets eaten by an eagle or dies of starvation (not their exact words).
Insert philosophical discussion about the cruelty of nature here.
Still I'm glad we met.
(that weird sound is me whistling to try and get him to look at the camera)