Beyond the Bow & Bullets: Finding Humane Solutions for Deer in a Shared World

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The Tragedy of Unnecessary Violence

The violence inflicted upon deer never fails to shock me. I am left wondering not only why we resort to such cruel measures, but how these actions continue to garner widespread support. I was a resident of Montgomery County, Maryland, for decades, and during that time I found great compassion for the plight of the deer.

As housing developments, traffic, highways, and human overpopulation exploded, the deer were increasingly blamed for everything. My view always focused on what we were doing to cause deer to suffer.

The use of bow hunting in densely populated suburban areas raises serious ethical and safety questions. When non-lethal methods are available, why do we choose a method that carries a high risk of wounding and prolonged suffering, simply to avoid sharing our landscape and yards?

The inhumane challenges facing deer are in clear display upon reading two tragic stories on a Montgomery County neighborhood website. Something as simple as leaving sports netting, or other nets up, can have fatal consequences for wildlife.

In one instance, a deer became tangled in a net used for sports. Instead of finding a humane solution to freeing the deer, police shot the deer several times. There was no mention of the deer having serious injuries, meaning the option of sedation and untangling was likely viable. The second serious concern is that several bullets result in a painful, slow death. The humane standard for severely injured wildlife requires rapid, painless chemical euthanasia administered by a trained professional, not the dangerous and often prolonged use of multiple police rounds. This failure of protocol speaks volumes about our current priorities.

The Failure to Rescue

I then read about another shocking deer story that occurred in that same neighborhood.  A fawn was left orphaned after his mother had been killed. From the details provided in the online story, it appears that no one was allowed to help the fawn. He was left to die of dehydration and starvation—a tragedy that is totally unacceptable.

This inaction is likely due to state or county laws that prohibit the rescue of seemingly abandoned fawns, even when the mother’s death is confirmed. These laws must be reviewed immediately to prioritize compassion over bureaucratic rigidity. There is no reason to leave an animal to die a slow death if there are licensed wildlife rehabilitators who are willing to help.  The point of this blog post is that it is totally unacceptable to leave deer suffering, and putting them out of their misery is often necessary. But we need to do this in a humane way – which is not accomplished by shooting bullets and hoping that after several shots  the animal might die. That is why I am proposing  humane euthanasia, and when it is feasible, rehabilitation by a licensed rehabber.

But due to the bureaucracy involved in this – it would not be possible for a deer or fawn in distress to wait for an answer if they were injured. A licensed rehabber it appears needs special permission from Maryland DNR Wildlife & Heritage Service to engage in deer rehabilitation. This is another reason we need trained wildlife technicians (through Department of Natural Resources) to be able to respond to deer that are seriously injured or hit by cars.

The Wider Problem: Outdated Policies and Attitudes

These local tragedies are further proof that our wildlife laws and agencies are all too often governed by outdated and totally inhumane concepts. Instead of humanity being the guiding principle, violence is often resorted to.

I witnessed this failure firsthand years ago driving down Route 28 in Darnestown, MD. I pulled over to see a police officer standing over a fawn, pistol drawn, confirming the young deer had a broken back after being hit by a car. I asked if humane euthanasia was possible. The officer replied they had to shoot him.

To this day, I am despaired by the lack of a system for compassionate, immediate end-of-life care for suffering animals. I have seen deer suffer through many rounds of ammunition after horrific accidents, which only compounds the initial injury. (Stories of this horrific suffering inspired me to write about this issue extensively in my upcoming book, More Stories Along the Golden Path of Nature.)

There has to be a way to teach people how to drive with far more concern and awareness for animals. This in itself would go a long way towards reducing deaths and injuries of wild and domestic animals on our roads.

What are the Humane Alternatives?

As a society, we need to come up with a much more humane approach to dealing with deer and other wildlife issues. It is time to implement a comprehensive, community-focused, and non-lethal approach.

This includes exploring cutting-edge, proven methods like immunocontraception (fertility control) for deer populations, investing in wildlife corridors and fencing along major highways, as well as prioritizing driver education to reduce road collisions. Deer fencing is more reasonable approach to keep deer from your vegetable garden.

 The Crown Farm in Gaithersburg, Maryland was once an oasis abundant with song birds, acres of land and historic structures. I had the pleasure of living in an apartment that over looked this picturesque ecosystem. Years after I moved, the farm died underneath a massive sprawl of pavement and development. Surrounded by highways and development, where did all the deer, birds, coyote and other wildlife have to go? . We need to include these birds and animals in our plans and create a more integrated system.

Humane Tip: Takedown the Netting!

Leaving a net unmonitored is a disaster waiting to happen, as I witnessed when I moved to Germantown, Maryland, next to a beautiful forest. When our neighbor placed netting around his young trees, I grew concerned it might turn into a death trap for wildlife.

On an afternoon walk, I saw a house wren desperately struggling for its life in the netting. The harder the bird pulled, the more he was strangling himself. I ran inside, grabbed a pair of manicure scissors, and very cautiously trimmed the netting away. After the last strand was cut, the grateful wren flew free. This close call proves that nets are deadly traps. I spoke to my neighbor about the near death of the bird in his netting, but he refused to remove the net. Needless to say I was intensely upset and disappointed.

If you use nets for sports activities, take them down immediately when not in use, or cover them up with a tarp to keep wildlife away. Avoid using nets around trees or the garden entirely.

Humane alternatives for protecting plants and trees include:

  • Physical Barriers: Using less harmful materials like polypropylene fabric, garden cloth, or natural burlap.
  • Visual Deterrents: Employing reflective tape or scarecrows.
  • Predator Decoys: Using realistic decoys like owls or hawks.

I strongly suggest checking any type of physical barrier every day to further ensure no birds or wild animals are caught and harmed.

A Plea for More Humanity:

The choice between bullets and compassion is not a complex one. The violence we inflict upon deer—from slow, traumatic deaths by multiple gunshots to allowing fawns to starve because of archaic laws—is a direct reflection of our own failure to prioritize humane values.

The loss of the Crown Farm, the suffering of a fawn on Route 28, and the silence from our regulatory agencies all stem from one core belief: that wildlife exists solely for our convenience, and when they inconvenience us, they must be eliminated.

We are capable of greater empathy. We have the technology, from immunocontraception to wildlife corridors, to mitigate conflict without bloodshed. What we need now is the  collective moral will to demand that our wildlife management policies embrace humane policies as their guiding principle.

This is not just a plea for the deer; it is a plea for our own humanity. Let us choose compassion, demand accountability, and create a shared world where every life, wild or otherwise, is valued.

Copyright – Cynthia Fain – November 2026

A Call to Action: How We Can Share Our Planet Safely with Every Creature

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The danger of standing water extends to swimming pools. Even a small frog or a tired songbird can get trapped. If you have a pool, you must have a safety mechanism for wildlife and amphibians. Consider installing a Frog Log, Skamper-Ramp, or other boarding steps. These simple safety precautions save lives. (Link to an article about swimming pools and safety for wildlife: https://www.humanegardener.com/wildlife-and-swimming-pools/)

Our responsibility to keep our property safe also extends to removing hazardous debris we leave behind, especially near natural water bodies.


RETURN TO MYSTICAL ANIMALS OF ANCIENT OAK

Copyright – Photograph taken by Cynthia Fain June 1998

Tonight I am writing from a very magical place called Raphine, Virginia in Rockbridge County. Imbued with primordial ambiance, this area sits nestled between the Blue Ridge and Allegheny Mountains, where clean air and crystal blue skies abound. Woodlands, meadows and farms surround us and song bird melodies fill the air.

As the sunsets, a pink glow hovers over the mountains, and the creatures of the night emerge from their hidden realms. Darting fireflies create a grand illumination streaking through the woods while opossums forage for food and coyotes journey on their nightly prowl.

Prior to my time in Virginia, I had been a lifelong Montgomery County Maryland resident. A new era began for me in late 2010 when I moved to a cottage in Rappahannock County Virginia. Every morning was filled with magic, as I headed out to the forest and followed the trail to the creek. What an enchanted way to live, among nature and the foothills.

My plan  to have a one year hiatus, turned into a twelve year journey through the Blue Ridge of Virginia. My adventures wove through Rappahannock County, Rockbridge County, Charlottesville, Virginia and finally off to Culpeper, Virginia. Throughout the years in Virginia, I reflected back to one of the most memorable times in my life, in the community of Ancient Oak in Darnestown, MD. The healing spirit that Ancient Oak brought me was not lost throughout the challenges of time.

I will never forget my mother and I taking our first exciting drive to the Ancient Oak neighborhood. It was the summer of 1996 and we had suffered through too many years in a condo with noisy neighbors. As soon as we turned onto Chestnut Oak Drive, charming houses with large meadows and trees, evoked a feeling of an era which has sadly vanished.

Neighborhoods with meadows, forests and ponds have tragically been destroyed by cookie cutter – high density housing. Every time a new neighborhood is built – more wild places that once harbored song birds, deer, creeks and trees – are turned into a sterile universe. Where are the magical places for people to explore? Why does everything have to turn to concrete, technology and huge overpriced houses?

Mystical Animals of Ancient Oak, my first book (currently being edited for re-publishing) captured the stories of the animals and birds that lived in our yard and defined the root of our experience. Every day the squirrels, birds, chipmunks, raccoons, ground hogs and deer created a tapestry of stories that brought meaning, joy and healing to my life. Whether it was Black Matriarch Squirrel boldly chasing the other squirrels away, Old Timer in his great last climb up the oak tree, or Neighborhood Bully the feisty orange tabby cat patrolling our yard, each day was a magical unfolding.

In today’s world of lifeless developments, where are the adventurous green places to explore? People are so fascinated by technology such as apps, iPhones, lap tops and artificial intelligence – we need more emphasis on the importance of nature.

As the suburbs turned into these cloned subdivisions – people became totally disconnected from wildlife. The deer have taken an insane amount of violence and hatred. All these people complaining about wanting all the deer killed – they are sitting on what was once the deer’s home, trails, and food source. I have never understood all this displaced anger on the deer. Every time we drive our cars, we are driving on what was once earth. We cannot imagine how a huge highway might have once been a forest, because all we see is our world of conveniences.

Whenever I see any animal that has been hit and killed on the roads, I always say a prayer. We may never know the amount of suffering caused to the animal kingdom by our driving and hitting all these animals. They too had their daily lives, and missions that tragically were cut short.

My message here is that our daily lives need to be more intertwined with a deep seated awareness of how much we need to give back to the planet and the creatures. Living in the Blue Ridge, nature is always around you; whether it is the mountains, the forests or farms. But upon returning to the suburbs, the air pollution, traffic, and concrete jungle are the challenges we face.

The stories of our time in Ancient Oak are profoundly important reminders of what we stand to lose if we do not take compassionate, focused care of the planet and her creatures. Finding the power and importance of the animals and their stories is a monumental key to preserving and restoring our environment – for humanity and well as the animals.

Always travel through your day with the awareness of the preciousness of all of life. Learn to see the stories in all the animals around you. Nature is asking us to step back into awareness, compassion and reconnection with her cycles. May everyday be a mystical journey with an abundance of nature and adventures.

Copyright – Cynthia Fain – July 23, 2024

STEPPING STONES TO HEALING- A JOURNEY THROUGH SOUTH VALLEY PARK

Photograph of South Valley Park – Copyright Cynthia Fain – taken in 2007

The odyssey of my healing commenced with my mother’s triumphant survival
over a life-threatening health ordeal in March 1990. Buried in the tapestry of
my memories, was a magical place called South Valley Park. It seemed like
another lifetime when I rode my bike around the park’s ponds during my
melancholy high school years.

After my mother returned home from the hospital in April 1990, a fresh
chapter of exploration unfolded within the serenity of South Valley Park. As I
descended the hill, on a balmy spring afternoon, a cascade of emotions engulfed
me.  In the distance, the reflective canvas of Walkers Pond glistened with ripples of water. The pond was bordered by lush woodland, and a whimsical creek which gracefully
wound its way through the heart of the park.

Finding places of healing is profoundly important for us all, especially
during these times of so much stress. Nature provides a solace, and we need to
prioritize preserving as much of our natural resources as possible. With people
spending so much time in frustrating traffic and sitting in offices with
technology, getting out into nature is vital to our mental and physical health.

In the months and years after my mother’s recovery, South Valley Park became
my daily ritual. In this place of tranquility, time seemed to slow, and the
park, became not just a destination but a journey through family memories and
exciting new vistas.

I encourage people to find respectful and compassionate relationships with
nature. As a frequent visitor to South Valley Park I became a protective
guardian of the creatures there. Sadly, people left fishing line and hooks in
the ponds, which resulted in deaths and injuries to waterfowl and turtles. When
injured wildlife was spotted, our wildlife rescue team (including myself) sprang
into action, and rushed the ailing waterfowl or turtle to our local licensed
wildlife rehabilitator.

In my role as a guardian of the park, I forged connections with a myriad of
its inhabitants, and among them, Mr. Drake stood out—a flightless duck that
made the Theater Pond his home. Defying the odds, he navigated the waters, a
courageous survivor without the sanctuary of a protective island. Vulnerable to
potential threats from predators or untethered dogs his resilience struck a
chord within me. This unique bond blossomed into a friendship that later became
a wellspring of inspiration for my first book, “Mystical Animals of
Ancient Oak.”

The enchanted hour preceding sunset was my favorite time for a walk, when
the very soul of nature awoke, serenaded by the chorus of birds bidding farewell
to the day’s dwindling sunlight. Weaving between the pond and the creek was an
invitation to embark on a twilight journey. After thunderstorms, I ran to the
bridge straddling the creek, and felt the powerful water racing under me.

During a torrential storm, a helpless duckling struggled to stay afloat in
the currents of the creek. Peeping loudly and fighting against the rushing
water, he looked close to drowning. I wasted no time calling a friend of mine
that worked for the Department of Natural Resources and he quickly rushed to
the park. Using a net, the duckling was rescued from the perilous creek, and
placed in the pond with a mother duck and her brood. I thanked Curt for taking
time to come out and help an animal in need.

Passionate about being a park protector, I joined the Montgomery Village
Environment Committee in the early 1990’s. As a member of this important
committee we did water quality monitoring and voted on many important
environmental issues. My years on this committee and walks at the park were one
of the most important things I have ever undertaken. Being a part of your
community, whether it is parks, schools or other charitable work is incredibly
important. It gets you out of isolation and feeling detached, and you can
contribute to a good cause.

Adventure out into nature with compassion and awareness, and always look for
nature to teach you and heal you. I pray that places like South Valley Park
will remain protected from harm for eternity. I still walk the park, looking
for inspiration and communing with the ducks, birds, and all of nature.

Copyright – December 2023 – Cynthia A. Fain