On a fine autumn day, I was walking with my wife around some Indian mounds left by the Cahokia Indians in southern Illinois when we spotted deer running about between the mounds. As we rounded one of the mounds, we came across a herd of 2 bucks and about a dozen does, and they moved fairly quickly to get away from us.
One of the does just sat where she was without getting up or moving. We didn’t leave the path, but I had the impression that this doe was different, possibly sick. We reported what we saw to the park ranger, but we never found out whether this was a brave doe, a stupid doe, or a sick doe.
We fear for the worst, and we hope for the best.
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