Yesterday on our morning bike ride along the flumes, we encountered a fawn that had fallen in the rushing waters.
The sides of the flume are steep, and opportunities to escape are few and far between.
Greg jumped in while I held the camera. In spite of the freezing water with an unstable rocky surface at the bottom, he was able, after a couple of attempts to get close enough to the fawn to lift them out onto the bank. We could hear the mother snorting in distress up the hillside.
We didn’t get to see the reunion, as the brush is so dense, but no doubt they found each other quickly to complete this happy ending!
In these days of so much stress and bad news for the animals in the press, it is heartening to see real life rescues taking place, don’t you think?