I hope this little one doesn’t play around with your fences and gates when it gets older, especially since you avoided making it into mush the other day : ) Ending up as venison after a happy adolescence sounds much better!

Lethal is the word. There are about twenty ‘hammers’ that swing on a horizontal bar spinning at several hundred rpm. It smashes up tree branches to a couple of inches in thickness. I use it because it mulches the grass well and cleans up any molehills or irregularities.

Usually the critters run at the sound of the tractor, but this little guy was so calm he let me pat him. Or her, I don’t know much about fawns. I think he was very newly born, like a day or two old. The parents were grazing at the end of the paddock later that day so they weren’t far away..

The local chasse/hunt manages them every year, so they are seen more as sport than pests. They love keeping the population going. They’ve broken the fences and gate handles a few times in the year and a half we have been here.

But they do give you vension every now and then: http://bratlikeme.com/2011/01/06/raw-meat-in-a-glad-bag/