Showing posts with label deer kill. Show all posts
Showing posts with label deer kill. Show all posts

Thursday, 2 March 2017

Busy times in the forest

In all our travels, well, our trip to Wolfe Isl., I've neglected reports of things at home!
I have several reports.
Raccoon sighting! It's unusual, as they should be snoring soundly in February.

Firstly, Feb. 24th, the owl was at his favourite tree in our back 40. I found a pellet. Owls eat prey whole, then throw up a pellet of fur and bones. In the pursuit of science, I let it dry, then opened it up. You can see a little shoulder bone sticking out of one end.

I posted it on the owl FB site, said my owl caught a 'mouse,' and was educated by a wise person: Amanda Guercio who took this in university! (Who knew?)
Perhaps more interesting than a mouse, the prey item was actually a shrew! I suspect Northern Short-tailed (Blarina brevicauda). Their skulls look superficially like those of small rodents, but if you look closely at the jaw bone in the centre of the photo, the premolars butt right up against the base of the incisors - in rodents, there is a large gap between them called a diastema. Shrews also the lack zygomatic arches ("cheek bones") present in other mammal skulls. Really neat find!


Next, I found one small deer antler. Not the conflagration I was banking on! SIGH.


We had a major dump of rain last week. Annie wasn't thrilled, but was happy to sit in the box under wraps. RAIN. In February! Yikes.



The deer are still out and about. They hunker down on the pine needles, under the trees in the sun.


The wetland is nice and wet. Thankfully. My bridge to the wetland was navigable finally, albeit under a bit of ice and water. This bodes well for the lakes, which the wetland feeds. The trees have been attacked by porcupines or woodpeckers.


Now, not for the faint of heart. I hadn't been down to the point, since there was ice on the paths. What a mistake! There was a deer kill at the point. I could have set up the trailcam and watched them. There isn't a bone in sight. Simply blood and fur. They process it all rather well. I would suspect it is the deer with the broken leg, as they cannot take down a healthy deer.

I'm trying to pin point the timing, but I cannot admit to being down at the point in a week or 10 days.
They are hungry coyotes, feeling a little more full.

Sunday, 1 December 2013

Deer kill in the forest: a crossbow

This is where she jumped the fence,
to cross the highway,
with an arrow in her side.
Blood dripping all along the path.
Yes, "Rideau Ferry", the neighbours hunt successfully. They shot one with a crossbow. She wandered all night in pain, with an arrow in her side. It seems inhumane to me. He told he he felt badly, and I can believe it, but I'd rather it was a quick kill if he needs to hunt. They shoot there all the time.

The deer tracks wandered across our property, then crossed the road. There was blood dripping with each step. It got heavier and heavier as she approached the end of her life. It breaks my heart to see this. I understand that it is a sport, but I'd don't understand the sport. Their hunting camp is visited by friends and family. I'm glad we had the property marked so that they knew where their ended and ours begins. Their main camp site is situated on the neighbour's corner of their 600 acres of land, though. I'm sure they aren't aware of this.

He came and told us to ask permission to cross our property to look for the body. It had crossed the highway, after wandering all night. Hubby wanted to check it out to make sure it wasn't our buddy "Tigger." We've watched Tigger grow up for three years. There is one yearling missing its mum. S/he is hanging out with the herd, for now.

The drivers have harvested several deer on the highway. One OPP officer had to shoot one to put it out of its misery. Someone driving by took the body home before it deteriorated, she helped him load it into his vehicle. At least it went to someone's use. Although, the coyotes and the wolf like them, too.

She finally succumbed
The tracks lead all through the forest
Blood drops everywhere she walked
He did track her, to ensure she was dead,
and to recover his arrow.
I cannot imagine bleeding to death
This was in our backyard
for some reason.