We often watch the deer fighting. It's just to say who is boss. I realized that the play fighting teaches them how to protect themselves. They seldom hurt one another, and want to establish who is boss.
Coyotes can't take down a healthy deer. They can kill the fawns and vulnerable or ill deer.
We are down a fawn. In the predawn hours March 15th, about 4 a.m., I think. I could see blood just beyond the shed.
She fought hard...
Stomach, remnants of deer food.
They had the audacity to poop and pee:
There are no bones left, or other body parts. Lots of fur.
In the predawn hours March 15th, about 4 a.m. I caught the beginning of the attack, as well as this coyote trotting down the driveway holding the leg in its mouth. It's been a cold winter. They must be hungry.
March 16th, after the rain, nothing left but fur.
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