I spend quite a bit of time on the dike. I never did see those little guys. I would guess they probably faced a grim fate, there is lots of activity up there. Lots of predators also, tons of cats and song dogs.
It can be a busy place.......

. Since we are now so limited in where we can go anymore, it will not be getting any less busy, soon.......

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I appreciate your response Tbar......

. I'm somewhat amazed that others did not see any of these little guys, especially during the few months after I saw them since at that time, they were so willing to befriend me.
Coincidentally........I saw this 2-4 day old mallard duckling (looked it up when I got home) struggling down in the bay this last week towards dark when it was windy with an incoming tide. It was being thrown about and it's feet were above water as much as his head for most of the time I watched him/her. It was slowly being washed and pounded towards shore as I watched, which included only large, sharp boulders and no sandy beach area. Since I could see for 100's of yards in each direction, I immediately spent the next few minutes trying to locate the hen and this ducklings siblings. Not a duck in sight at that time.
I found my way to the edge of the water after hiking along that rocky shoreline and after finding the longest limb possible in hopes of being able to reach this really small baby duck. I got lucky because for many minutes this duckling always remained about 10ft. from shore due to the incoming tide being neutralized by the backwash off the shore. I never saw it paddle.....he was just bobbin' around like a cork.
As luck would have it, as soon as I reached the largest rock where I could stand and be stable, a larger boat wave pushed this little guy right into the rock below me and left him just reachable without the need for the limb.
I thought it had died from being smashed into that large rock as he was limp when I scooped him up. I held him in my palm until I saw it weakly take a breath and then I headed for home. Too late to get to the Nugent Corner Rehab center, so I got it home, placed it in a larger cardboard box, placed a heating pad under a towel and a hangdown lamp above the towel, added a bowl of water and went late night worm huntin'........

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This duckling hardly stirred since it's rescue and I guessed that it was deep into shock. After finding a few worms and cutting them up into really small segments, I held my guest 'Bill', for a long time in order to keep it as awake as possible. It fought hard to sleep or die, which I'm sure it almost achieved. I was able to get a few worm segments down him with the aid of a tweezer and that perked him up a bit, albeit, not very much. Performing this dicey, tweezer worm feedin' act while holding this little fella with only one good hand must have been like watchin' a bad Jerry Lewis movie. I finally hit the wall and went to bed fully expecting the worst the following mornin'.
I was pleasantly surprised to find it alive when I awoke. It was not doin' Yoga or anything, but managed a few 'peeps' and stretches when I approached. It was still touch and go, so I just remained hopeful. Not wanting to move him due to his condition and knowing that I could likely afford to spend the time necessary to hand feed this duckling as opposed to a authorized agency doing so, I found myself worm hunting and feeding for 2 more days. It seemed as if it got better every hour and we made great progress. As soon as I felt that it would survive a vehicle transfer and had shown he could eat/drink on his own which was yesterday, I took him to the Wildlife Rehab. Center at Nugents Corner......great people

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The reason this all ties in is that I called this same Rehab. Center right after I had the encounter with these yearlings on the Dike almost 2 years ago. I spoke with an Alicia (sp?) then in 2013 and met her yesterday when I delivered 'Bill'. We had never met before, but she clearly remembered my call and the same pics posted here that I had sent her back then.
I asked her if she had any further info on those deer and told her that I was inquiring as well on this forum. She said that she still had no idea where these deer came from or who might have raised them. She had also shown the pics to a game agent and he had no idea either.
Sooooooo.....unless a member here has any additional info, these little fellas will likely always remain a mystery to me. Not a bad thing, but it would be interesting to know what became of them or from where they originated.
One can't dispute the pictures and I have those to fondly look back on, so I feel lucky to have had the wonderful opportunity that I did have.
The tagged yearling encounter in 2013 was actually a bit of a blessing and timely for me personally, as just a few days earlier than that unique and once in a lifetime experience, it was a bit of touch and go for me, as well, only a few miles apart and in that same body of water.....where I scooped up 'Bill'......

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Again.....thanks for your response...