Thats the heart of a farmer compassionate always adjusting to what needs done first.
When you’re thinking the little deer is lucky, it is, but so is the man. What a great experience to hold a baby deer and save its life.
Arthur isn’t a sentimental man. His hands are rough from 40 years of working this land, and his mind was only on the weather report and the late harvest.
He was on his first pass this morning when he thought he heard a cry, thin as a thread. He slammed the brakes on the tractor, his heart in his throat, and climbed down. There, in the stubble, was a newborn fawn, impossibly small.
She wasn’t looking good. She was cold, her breathing shallow, her eyes dull. The mother was nowhere in sight—likely [s.ca.re.d] off by the machinery, or worse. Arthur knows the hard rules of nature. You don’t interfere.
But he couldn’t leave her. He let out a long, gruff sigh that turned into a cloud in the cool air. He gently scooped her up, tucked her inside his overalls for warmth, and took her back to the farmhouse.
He and his wife spent hours warming her by the stove, rubbing life back into her tiny limbs, and getting a little milk into her. They weren’t sure she’d make it.
This is later in the day. The harvest is forgotten. He’s sitting in the field, and the tiny creature who was too weak to even lift her head this morning is now a hungry little thing, pulling hard on the bottle.
His rough, dirt-caked hands are surprisingly gentle, holding her steady. He’ll keep her safe and warm until the local wildlife rescue can pick her up, but for this one afternoon, he’s all she’s got.
A story to warm the heart!
Farmers don’t just Farmers, they have empathy and an amazing amount of generosity…
Humans can be filled with compassion, love, sharing, and healing.
