So I go to the window to investigate and I see that there is a sick/injured deer that they are trying to coral... into our yard. The deer is lamely walking in a circle over and over. One cop gets her by the ear and drags her onto our grass. She is resisting and so the other cop grabs her by her other ear and just about ripps it off. So I see him reach in his belt and pull out something black and I am pretty sure it was square in shape. I seriuosly thought they were going to taze the poor thing and let someone nurse it back to health.Yeah right.
He fires a shot at her back end and she goes down for a bit and I realize that my 6, 4 and 2 year olds are watching all of this. I am thirty years old and this is the first time I have seen an animal be shot. They should not be seeing this. So I see the cop aiming again and I tell them to look at me and of course they won't and he fires a shot into her chest and down she goes. I was crying. The kids were glued to the window. Tyler couldn't wait to go down and get a closer look.
The police drag her to the curb and we wait for them to leave. Our neighbor tells us the wildlife and game are going to come and pick it up. This all happened at 9am and they came and got the deer at around 4pm. This was all the kids could think about all day.
Our view from my room upstairs
3 comments:
Wha?! Wow! And sad. And a smidge gross. The lame deer hanging of your sidewalk. And peculiar. All in all a little weird. What a day. I had a little dog die right in front of me when I chased a coyote off of it. It was the first time I have ever seen anything die ever in my life. It was tramatic for me. It ruined my Christmas.
Is this out of the Twilight Zone or what? Too weird! Like you said though, the kids will react faster when you tell them to buckle up or the cops will stop you...
HOLY HILARIOUS! That is the stuff nightmares are made of. Traumatic. That incident makes Bambi seem like child's play. That'll put some hair on your chest. It's a good thing you have tough, streetwise kiddos! :)
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