People still ask me about this after all these years; so here it is…
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My “Miracle Ice Rescue” – a true story
It was ten degrees on Tuesday morning, March 4th, 2003. Robyn had left for work, and I was making my way to the barn for something when I noticed the deer. Not an uncommon sight, but something was different today. This particular deer was in the main pond, in a small section of open water (kept that way by means of an aerator) and obviously, wasn’t there on purpose. I move the aerator to about three feet of water each fall before the freeze, thinking if something ever fell in it would be able to get out…
I continued to the barn (at a much brisker pace) and retrieved a piece of the ever-so-handy famous TRW seatbelt strapping, then ran back to the house and got my chest waders from the basement. Waders on, I ran to the dock through about a foot of snow (which was a feat in itself) and tied one end of the strap to the dock, then cautiously approached the hole with the remainder. I figured once I got the deer out, I would need the strap to haul my arse out of that hole. Normally, a deer would not tolerate the presence of a human in such close proximity. This one, however, was moving towards me, as if she knew I would help…
I knelt down near the edge, reached down into the water to find a front leg. As I gently pulled her against the rim I managed to reach down with the other hand and get behind her opposite shoulder, as if to just haul her out of there. What happened next is I straightened up and leaned back, managing to get her chest up on the ice as I then fell backwards without letting go… she was out! Amazed that I managed to do this without getting in there myself (or breaking the ice), I then got up and slid her over the snow a safe distance from the hole. She was barely kicking her hind legs, head covered with ice, icicles hanging from the ears and eyes rolled back; now what? I just couldn’t leave her there…
It was then I realized just how big she was. This was at least a two year old doe, 120-140 pounds, perhaps one of the mothers of a younger group I see so often. All I knew was I had to warm her up. The barn was out of the question, so the only logical choice was the garage. I ran to the barn again (still in the waders) to get a plastic tarp and movers blanket, ran back to the deer and managed to slide her onto the tarp (no easy task in the snow), then covered her with the blanket. I grabbed the corners and proceeded, uphill, with my load. She started kicking after a few feet (still alive) and was tearing the blanket with those hooves, but we got about halfway before I had to reposition her. By now my lungs were froze from being winded and sweat was pouring down the waders; as I stood there catching my breath I was wondering how to get her over the wall of snow I had plowed up near the landing the day before. I walked over to the snow bank and just dug my way through it with my arms and sort of kicked a passage through it…
Deer in tow again, we got to the snow bank and after another quick adjustment on the tarp I just hauled her right on through there and we gracefully ended up on the cement, so I just kept right on moving until we were in the garage. I ran to the overhead control and shut the door, then opened the door to the house to let in whatever heat I could. She was just laying there on the floor, with me just laying there on the stoop, both of us dizzy and not having eaten anything, I’m sure. I was actually getting nauseous at that point (still in my waders) but too wiped to move. I needed to walk, so I walked not-too briskly back to the barn to get my only propane heater and a few rugs. Back at the garage, I proceeded to remove the blanket, which was torn up and soaked, then covered her in the rugs. She was barely moving. I turned the propane on, positioning it a few feet from the rugs, placed a towel under her head and then went back to the stoop to sit. I managed to finally get the waders off, but was at that point feeling extremely ill and had to get to the couch where I could lay back for a bit, knowing she wasn’t going anywhere. This was great; I was having a heart attack, the deer would probably wake up and trash the house and Robyn would have quite the surprise when she got home. I needed about five minutes before I could move again, and I made my way to the sink for water, as I knew I had lost too much. I estimate at that point it had been maybe twenty minutes since I first seen the deer…
Knowing I had to warm her at a faster rate, I grabbed our hair dryer and extension cord, plugged it in and cautiously knelt down beside her. The rugs felt good and warm, so I turned the dryer on low and just started drying that ice sculpture of a head. I worked her ears, being careful not to apply heat too quickly as I melted the ice with one hand and manipulated the dryer with the other. I was talking to her all the while, so as to buffer the noise. I had one arm over her in case she tried to get up, and just kept working those ears until the icicles had melted and I could move them. I dried them inside, and then proceeded around her entire head until it was mostly dry. I noticed she was foaming a bit at the mouth, but this was probably from straining to get out of the pond. She never made a sound, even though the heat must have been as painful at times as it was life-saving. I was talking all the while hoping that she would remain calm. At least her eyes were focusing and she could now move her head up and back as if to stretch her neck again…
That’s when I noticed the shivering. I don’t think I have ever witnessed a deer shiver, but she definitely was. It was more like a constant trembling and at times she would try to shift a bit; we were both lying in a lake on the cement and I’m sure it wasn’t very comfortable for her, either. I then noticed the propane was dwindling, and it then ran out. It had been about an hour since I started the hair dryer, and I had also been alternating between her head and front legs, which were stretched out in front from the elbow. I would briskly rub her legs while working the dryer back and forth over the joints just to get some circulation down there. The rugs were dry, so I moved them a bit while I started working on her back legs and hips. Since I had shifted position she was now flexing her head back to look at me while I did this, then she would look forward again but would no longer lay her head down. I couldn’t believe she was letting me do this. She startled a bit when I tried to use the high setting on the dryer, so low it was. After about another ten minutes of this, apparently it was time…
She started scrambling, so I shut the dryer off and immediately moved the cords and propane tank out of the way while I tried to pull the rugs off and make my way to the overhead control, all in one swift motion. As the door opened, she just missed it as she managed to stand up and then stood there, half in and half out, looking at me. I prayed she wouldn’t try to run; she would fall for sure and maybe break a leg. She simply stood there, motionless; as did I. After a few minutes she would pick up a front foot, then the other, in an attempt to “stomp” as all deer do when in the vicinity of humans. This was in “slow motion”, and it was almost comical to watch her. I slowly knelt down again into a “ball”, as they feel less threatened by smaller “enemies”. Her back feet were too close together and she was wobbling, but eventually moved them apart without falling over. I was still talking to her constantly. The sun was now out, and she was steaming as the bright rays fell on her backside. Shivering now only in spasms, she slowly backed up to get out of the garage and more into the sun…
Turning to face the sun, she ambled a few steps past the corner and I could now get up, since we no longer had eye contact. I peered around the corner, and she was just standing there, alert and sniffing the sidewalk and some of the landscaping. She wandered a few more steps, turned south and kept walking down the drive toward the barn. I had plowed yesterday, so the walking was fairly easy. She then broke into a lope, actually jumped over the snow bank in front of the barn, and proceeded to run slowly into the scrub field where I then lost sight of her. I stared at the sodden mass of blankets, cords, towels, plastic and hair (of course) on the floor, and couldn’t believe what just happened. It had been roughly two hours since I first noticed her. I thought, after many years hunting them; God had different plans for this one. Nothing else mattered to me the remainder of the day, except for shutting down the aerator…
It’s been over a week now, and just the other evening I saw one standing alone in the drive as I was coming home late from the office. Not much later, I counted six of them milling around the front yard; they like to pick at the corn and seed from the birdfeeders at night. I couldn’t help but thinking that one of them was my “new friend”…