Majestical Newborn

Trucking to Campbell Field

Managing 300 acres of pasture involves a bit of a trek for the cows to get to field to field. Fortunately these country roads are not too busy. Tonya, the lead cow knows this haul to Campbell Field intimately. From the farmhouse, it’s about a 2 mile trek.  She leads the herd with precision.  What would we do without her?

Almost there

This herd move works great with three people. We have to stop traffic at both ends of the road to get the cows to Campbell safely. People love to stop and watch. We have a driver in front of the cows with someone calling them forward from the back of the pickup.  It’s not often you get to see 300 cows barreling down the road with a simple “cowie” call guiding them. No cowboys insight spitting and groaning on horses. (Not that there’s anything wrong with that.) Just Michael running in tennis shoes bringing up the rear of the herd.  The cows are always appreciative of their destination. It’s a cool shady spot next to the river in the shade.

New life

Here’s the amazing part of this move. As soon as the herd rumbled into the field, I heard a baby crying. I couldn’t tell where it was coming from. A lot of adrenaline in the air with a move this big. At first I thought a calf was born.

entering Campbell Field

Then it was loud and clear. The cows stumbled upon this newborn fawn and they terrified her. I found her under the cedar tree wailing. Once the herd got near to the field mom took off. I quickly swooped the fawn into my arms before she got trampled on.  Oh what a magical moment holding a newborn fawn. Have you ever heard the sound of their cry? It’s piercing. More piercing than a baby lamb. Straight through the heart.

After checking with our elders (neighbors) who have raised countless fawns, we found a bush to put her under which was close to where we found her but on the other side of the cows. She remained undisturbed until mom returned. Not only did the cows frighten her but so did we. My heart ached for her. She ran for cover under that bush with great speed. I could hardly sleep that night. So much anticipation for her safety and longing for mom to return. It was clear to us that mom was nearby.

Could it be?

With great faith the following morning I rushed to recover her from the bush but she was gone. We’re certain mom returned.  What a delicious precious brief encounter we shared. It lit up my whole weekend. Later our neighbor reported seeing them strolling through pasture. Just like Disney would have it! A perfect ending/beginning.

the brooder with turkey poults and chicks (3 days young)

More babies in the brooder. Around 700 little faces. They steal your heart in a gentle way too but I must admit holding a newborn fawn steals the day. How fortunate for me. Now that’s something to look forward to.


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About Grace

Grace and her husband Michael manage Buxton a Polyface satellite farm. Her first passion is to align with radiant health. She knows intimately that when you have your health you can do anything. Next, her passion for vibrant healthy food and beautiful landscapes along with her interest in permaculture influenced Grace's decision to align with the Polyface farming model. With 20 years of experience in the healing arts, she feels growing food and pasture raising animals is one of the greatest healers and a true source of personal empowerment. It's been said, "if you're not living on the edge your taking up too much space." Grace lives joyfully on the "leading edge" surrounded by the breathtaking beauty of the appalachian mountains where her and Michael steward 1000 acres with profound appreciation."

10 Responses to Majestical Newborn

  1. What a wonderful privilage to have experienced this.

    Thanks for sharing this.


  2. Charles says:

    Priceless. You made my day.


  3. colleen says:

    thank you thank you for having faith in the bond between mother and fawn! too many people actually end up kidnapping fawns they find who are waiting for the doe to return to feed it 2x a day. Generally they do not do well raised as orphans. there are diarrhea problems and stresses etc, not to mention trying to train them to a bottle when they are stressed. so you did the best thing, he/she now can grow up as it was meant to in the care of mom who can also teach it all it needs to learn to survive and reproduce as it was supposed to. Great Job!

  4. Mrs H says:

    The meadow is a dangerous place … 🙂

  5. What happened to your finger?

  6. Leanna Hale says:

    Wow! That is amazing! So glad that you were able to rescue the fawn and that it reunited with its mother.

  7. Brie Aronson says:

    So special! What a memory to cherish!

  8. Michael says:

    While baling hay yesterday with Joel we found a fawn in one of the windrows. Thankfully we found it before we baled that particular windrow!!

  9. audio design says:

    This is really very big task to manage 300 hundred acres of pasture for cows. It has really maintained well.

  10. Olivia says:

    Thats amazing! So precious when you get to touch nature like that.

    This is totally off topic, but where did you get your hat?? Seems so nice and looks really good on you 😉