Last night, I was relaxing after dinner reading and looking out at the field behind my house. My area is in deer country. I have three yearlings that have taken up residence because there are lots of food sources nearby....apples, nuts, acorns, turfgrass, blackberries, cherries and the wife's perennials.
This time of year, the bucks are running around in bachelor groups, feeling their juices flowing with the rut approaching, cool nights and sunny days, and the shorter days. I had three bucks running around sparring with each other, licking the salt and eating apples that fell on the ground. I noticed a deer hanging back around the dogwoods at the edge of the field. I got my binoculars and found he was a young spike but then he took a step....that's when I noticed he had one broken leg that had healed into a contorted useless twisted mass of bone, flesh and hair.
It was a real struggle for him to make it to the apple tree but he did. He had to kneel down on his good leg to get an apple off the ground to chew on. The other bucks ran circles around him and nearly knocked him down a couple of times. I felt pretty bad for the poor beggar. Chances are he won't make it through the winter with that leg. We often get several feet of snow cover.
Reading your story today......that's the difference between man and beast. None of those other deer are ever going to get up and give him their seat.