US policeman performs roadside C-section on wounded deer

[Judi Lynn]

1 hour ago



New Jersey police say an officer performed a successful roadside C-section on a deer that had died after being hit by a car on Sunday morning.

In a Facebook post, the Washington Township Police Department said one fawn survived the emergency surgery.

Photos showed officer Jim Vernon swaddling the bloody deer after performing the Caesarean in the middle of the night.

Two fawns were born and the surviving one taken into animal control care.

More:
http://www.bbc.com/news/world-us-canada-44202791

[BigmanPigman]

1. Poor orphan.

How did he know how to do that type of surgery?

[Croney]

2. Since the mother had died, unfortunately,

not much finesse was required.

[Kittycow]

3. Doogie Howser and his mom did that.

They took a mother-son camping/fishing trip together that didn't go well. They decided to pack it in early and return home; Doogie hit a pregnant deer and delivered the fawn via C-section.

That brought them closer, they finished their trip at a hotel, and we all clapped.

[tblue37]

4. A poem I often teach in my Intro to Poetry class:

Traveling through the Dark

BY WILLIAM E. STAFFORD

Traveling through the dark I found a deer
dead on the edge of the Wilson River road.
It is usually best to roll them into the canyon:
that road is narrow; to swerve might make more dead.

By glow of the tail-light I stumbled back of the car
and stood by the heap, a doe, a recent killing;
she had stiffened already, almost cold.
I dragged her off; she was large in the belly.

My fingers touching her side brought me the reason—
her side was warm; her fawn lay there waiting,
alive, still, never to be born.
Beside that mountain road I hesitated.

The car aimed ahead its lowered parking lights;
under the hood purred the steady engine.
I stood in the glare of the warm exhaust turning red;
around our group I could hear the wilderness listen.

I thought hard for us all—my only swerving—,
then pushed her over the edge into the river.

[Duppers]

5. Sorry, I wish I had not read that.

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That was not *the right thing to do.* It was inhumane.

The poem depicts a cold-hearted coward who didn't want inconvenience himself.

Every day in our lives we are faced with decisions, sometimes major decisions.
My husband and I just made a decision, one that does not benefit us but potentially many others. He's a physicist doing medical research who was about to retire at age 75, so this is not hyperbole. He needs and wants to retire but something was discovered, so he's staying on to make sure this big discovery gets out there. We may have to give up moving to a new dream home. Just an hour ago I used the phrase, "it's the right thing to do."

Saving the baby deer was the right thing to do.

Also and somewhat unrelated, unless starving, I cannot understand how hunters can put an animal in their sights and pull the trigger. They can call me an overly sentimental old shit. I probably am.