The awe of a fawn

Buck fawn skullLast August, I had the opportunity to get a fawn that had been hit by a car. I called the warden, got a tag and it was off to the taxidermist. Maybe a little morbid, but unless you are willing to use a tag to shoot a fawn, there are few ways to aquire the young deer. This week, I brought it home to my office.

The woman who did the taxiermy work did an incredible job on the fine details. The fawn’s eyes, lashes, ear hair and whiskers are exact. It is amazing to look at the small body and the characteristis and then look at the buck above it and the changes and simularlities.

The fawn was about two months old and his pedicals were just beginning to form.  The skull is close to the same size as my coyote’s skull but a bit more rounded on the top.  This is the first deer skull that I have that has the bottom jaw with it.  The taxidermists that I have used before only clean the top of the skull.  This fawn skull has the front bottom teeth; two main front teeth and then three smaller slivers of teeth on each side for a total of 8. 

Nature can be cruel. The increasing deer population will continue to encroach into busy, populated areas resulting in more car accidents and unfortunate deaths.

This is another great teaching tool that I can use for any of my presentations. Until then, he is going to live on the top of my bookshelf.

 

 

 

 

 

1 Comment

  1. A beautiful specimen of nature❤️

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