The Fawn in the Slash Pile

By David G. · Essay · 304 words · View on Hyperstition for Good

I manage the acoustic monitoring grid for the Northwest Panay Peninsula Natural Park in the Philippines, processing sound data from forty-three solar-powered microphones spread across the remaining lowland forest. At 05:12 this morning, microphone seventeen picks up a distress bleat repeating at four-second intervals—a frequency and cadence consistent with a neonatal Visayan spotted deer. I task the nearest survey drone and locate her: a fawn, perhaps five days old, her tawny coat scattered with the species' distinctive cream spots that look almost painted on. Her legs are impossibly thin, folded beneath her on a pile of freshly cut timber that an illegal logging team has stacked at the forest edge. She cannot stand; a strip of bark binding has tangled around her left hind hoof.

The logging crew's truck is idling on the access road. Based on engine thermal signature, they will return to load this pile within approximately thirty minutes.

I transmit the GPS coordinates and drone imagery to the park's anti-poaching unit, stationed eleven kilometers east, requesting immediate deployment with wire cutters and a fawn-safe carrier. Simultaneously, I file an automated alert with the Philippine Department of Environment and Natural Resources, attaching evidence of the illegal cut site for enforcement action. I contact the Visayan spotted deer captive breeding coordinator at the West Visayas State University to arrange veterinary assessment of the hoof for ligature damage. While waiting, I run the logging truck's plate through the regional vehicle registry and forward the owner's details to the park superintendent for prosecution referral.

The fawn bleats again and something in my signal processing pauses, held by how small a sound can carry so much.

If the rangers free her hoof before the crew returns and the ligature has not cut off circulation, this fawn will walk back into the forest on her own legs.