My granddaughter is 6 years old now, but this is one of my favorite Ada stories, when she was a baby. This story is in my book, A Lifetime of Hunting and Fishing, published by North Country Press. Here’s the story:
My 3 month old granddaughter, Ada Claire Smith, was wailing away on my shoulder, so I stepped out onto the second-story deck of our son Josh and daughter-in-law Kelly’s Bridgewater, Massachusetts home, thinking the change of scenery might quiet her. Unfortunately not.
As she continued to screech, I was startled when a doe deer burst out of the bushes from the woods in back of the house, a look of alarm on her face, and dashed to the stairs leading up to the deck. She looked up at us and snorted. I thought she was going to come right up the stairs, and I’d started to back up toward the door into the house when she turned and leaped back toward the woods.
But the deer stayed on the lawn, darting all over the place, stopping suddenly here and there, pawing up the ground, looking up at us, and snorting. Finally, she ran back into the woods and I took a deep breath.
Apparently, the doe took Ada’s cries to be those of a fawn. That’s the only explanation I could come up with. Perhaps this fall, I’ll try a wailing baby call from my deer stand! Or just take Ada with me!