Birds and bees and Bambi

Birds and bees and Bambi

Photo by Anthony from Pexels

Originally published 25 April 1988

The week before last, the Humane Soci­ety of the Unit­ed States spon­sored a sci­en­tif­ic con­fer­ence in East Wind­sor, New Jer­sey, that con­sid­ered among oth­er things the use of con­tra­cep­tion in wildlife man­age­ment. Par­tic­i­pat­ing sci­en­tists hope to find prac­ti­cal ways to chem­i­cal­ly reg­u­late the fer­til­i­ty of wild mam­mals. Advo­cates of these new tech­nolo­gies believe that con­tra­cep­tion is a more humane way to con­trol ani­mal pop­u­la­tions than hunt­ing, par­tic­u­lar­ly for grow­ing pop­u­la­tions of white-tailed deer near urban and sub­ur­ban areas.

Con­tra­cep­tives for deer? One won­ders how Felix Salten’s clas­sic ani­mal sto­ry might have been dif­fer­ent had the author lived in our more tech­no­log­i­cal­ly sophis­ti­cat­ed time.

Old Stag: “Bam­bi, I think it’s time we had a lit­tle talk.”

Bam­bi: “Why, Old Stag? You’ve taught me all you know about the ways of the forest.”

Old Stag: “Not quite, my son. It’s time we talked about the birds and the bees.”

Bam­bi: “The birds and bees? I often talk to Mag­pie, Jay, and Owl. They tell me lots of things. I know all about the birds and the bees.”

Old Stag: “Hmm. That’s not what I had in mind. It’s — uh — how should I put it? Well, I’ve noticed that you don’t play with Thumper the rab­bit so much any­more. You seem to be a lot more inter­est­ed in your lit­tle doe friend, Faline.”

Bam­bi: (Blush­ing.) “Uh…I…uh. Faline’s always been my friend.”

Old Stag: “Yes, I know. But you see, Bam­bi, there comes a time when a boy deer and a girl deer get inter­est­ed in each oth­er in a dif­fer­ent sort of way. And when a boy deer and a girl deer get inter­est­ed in each oth­er, then pret­ty soon there’s going to be a lit­tle fawn or two.”

Bam­bi: (Shift­ing rest­less­ly.) “Gosh, Old Stag. Could­n’t we talk about this at some oth­er time?”

Old Stag: “No Bam­bi, it’s impor­tant to talk now. There have been too many baby deer late­ly. In some places the herds are get­ting too big for the woods. In the last twen­ty years the num­ber of deer in Mass­a­chu­setts has increased from 6,000 to 40,000. And He — you know who He is — is con­cerned that we pose a dan­ger to motorists. In some areas of the state the num­ber of vehi­cle-deer col­li­sions has dou­bled or tripled. And to health. Ticks that live on our bod­ies cause some­thing called Lyme dis­ease, which is get­ting to be a prob­lem in cer­tain coastal areas of New Eng­land. Not to men­tion the dam­age we cause to crops and gar­dens. One way He tries to keep our num­bers down is to issue more licens­es to hunters for the tak­ing of deer.”

Bam­bi: “What’s a ‘hunter,’ Old Stag? Is that when we hear the ter­ri­ble thun­der and one of us dies?”

Old Stag: “That’s right, Bam­bi. Your moth­er was killed by a hunter. And your lit­tle friend Gobo. Sure­ly, you don’t want Faline to be killed. Or your­self. So you have to think about respon­si­ble sex.”

Bam­bi: “Respon­si­ble sex?”

Old Stag: “Yes. Con­tra­cep­tion. It means being care­ful not to make a baby. It’s easy. Just ask Faline to go to the Deer Con­tra­cep­tion Clin­ic. He will sur­gi­cal­ly implant a hor­mone cap­sule into her body. The hor­mone will sup­press ovu­la­tion — uh, keep Faline’s body from mak­ing the eggs that become babies. The cap­sule is designed to release the hor­mone into her body over a peri­od of sev­er­al years. Or He might inject her with micro­cap­sules of a fer­til­i­ty-sur­press­ing substance.”

Bam­bi: “Gee, it sounds expensive.”

Old Stag: “Maybe so. But ani­mal rights advo­cates will urge gov­ern­ments to pay for con­tra­cep­tive pro­grams. They point to grow­ing pub­lic revul­sion to the killing of deer for sport. Hunters will like­ly oppose such pro­grams. They will empha­size the imprac­ti­cal­i­ty and expense of con­tra­cep­tion. And many wildlife man­age­ment experts agree. They say that hunt­ing is the only effi­cient and cost effec­tive way to reg­u­late pop­u­la­tions, and in the long run safest for humans and in the best inter­ests of deer. There is also the wor­ry about con­tra­cep­tive sub­stances mak­ing their way into the food chain.

Bam­bi: “But what if Faline wants a baby?”

Old Stag: “Then you had bet­ter be pre­pared to watch out for Him when He comes with his gun.

Bam­bi: “Gol­ly, Old Stag. One way, Faline los­es her chance to have a fawn. The oth­er way, one of us los­es his life. What kind of a choice is that?”

Old Stag: (Rolling his eyes impa­tient­ly.) “Then just say ‘No.’ ”

Bam­bi: “But that’s not fair, either. I love Faline.”

Old Stag: “No one said life was fair, Bam­bi. What you must nev­er for­get is that He is in con­trol. Remem­ber what Squir­rel said when the oak tree in the mead­ow was chopped down: ‘He can do any­thing. He’s all-pow­er­ful.’ We can only hope that He will con­sid­er our wel­fare. And in the mean­time, we must learn to live and be cautious.”

Share this Musing: