Saving Bambi...

All night I had been telling myself that I really needed to get outside and go for a walk. I kept putting it off, and then started myself that it was too late... the mosquitoes are going to be bad... it will be dark soon. Finally at 8:45 I pushed myself out there to get a quick one in before it got dark.

I got to the end of my driveway and planned to turn right onto the road, but glanced to the left to check for cars. About 30 yards from me was a deer standing on my side of the road. I stood there and talked to her a bit like I always do and then I noticed something underneath her. My first thought was that it was a fawn, but it seemed too little and too low to the ground. It almost looked like a bunny. It was getting a little dusky out, and it was a little hard to see so I took a few steps closer to get a better look. It spooked the doe and she went running back into the woods and there, crouched on the side of the road was the littlest fawn I had ever seen! I took a few steps back because I wanted the mom to come back, but instead the liitle guy got up on his new legs and wobbled across the road to the other side and then plopped himself down again right there on the edge.

Okay, now I started to freak out. While my road is a simple country road and doesn't lead anywhere but to people's homes, people drive crazy fast on it and the sun was going down... if the momma didn't come back the baby was gonna be toast. So I started slowly walking towards him, coaxing him to go back to his momma. But instead he looked like he was going to nap. As I got closer to the little fella, I heard a car coming down the dirt road that connects to my road about 1/2 mile away. Now I knew I was going to have to act fast -- I was really afraid that as the car passed it would spook the little guy and he would dart out into the road and get hit by a car right in front of me (I've already seen a fawn get hit by a car once -- I never want to see that again).

Crazy things were racing through my mind: was the doe going to attack me as I got closer to her baby? If I touch the fawn will he be rejected by his mom like they told me long ago about baby birds? Will the fawn freak out if I pick it up and start kicking or die from a heart attack brought on by fear? Will he bite me? Will he pee on me? But regardless of these crazy thoughts, talking very quietly and calmly, I walked over and scooped him up into my arms. Cradling this precious newborn, I turned my back to the road and waited for the car to pass and then carried him back across the road where his momma had gone back in. I carefully carried this incredible creature of God's, who I honestly think was about to fall asleep in my arms, through the ditch and to the edge of the woods. There I set him carefully on the ground. He laid there for a minute or two while I petted him and chased the flies off of him and for a second I thought I was going to have a new pet because the mom was never coming back, but then his little nose twitched and his head shot up. He got up and stumbled into the woods -- he must have caught a scent of his mom. I went back to the road and waited a good 10 to 15 minutes (the whole time being devoured by mosquitoes) before going back into the woods to make sure my new little friend wasn't still there all by himself. I looked all over and couldn't find him, so I am hoping for the best that his mom came and got him and took him deeper in the woods.

I don't even like to think what would have happened to the fawn had I gone on a walk earlier or not at all... the car may have come by and spooked the doe and hit the fawn. And what kind of mom hangs on the side of the road with a newborn like that? ;-)

I ran as fast as I could down my driveway and into the house to tell Brandon what had happened... he now regrets declining my invitation to join me on my walk.

Spring Fever

Spring Fever:

n.
A feeling of restlessness, excitement, or laziness brought on by the coming of spring.

Yep, that's me. Feeling as restless as hell; excited? Yes... but about too many things... I feel like I'm running from one thing to the next. I guess I am excitedly restless...

My plants are as anxious to get out in the sun as I am. But since it's only like 40 degrees out today, I think we will all have to sit tight just a little bit more. My living room and porch have turned into make shift greenhouses and every night I haul my plants back inside and every morning I haul them back outside again. Oh how I dream of having a greenhouse (hate you Janie!). I often think about the greenhouse I saw on Lake Vermillion a couple summers back... not lovingly used as I would but used instead to store old tools, lawn furniture, and stacks of Playboys. Certainly not getting the kind of respect it deserved! And this greenhouse was a REAL greenhouse with actual glass windows... it reminded me of the St Paul Conservatory, but on a smaller scale.

I do miss the cities especially this time of year... two reasons: St Paul's Farmer Market and their longer growing season. Jacquie's blog tells me that their lilacs are in bloom in St Paul... the leaves are just started to bud on the one I have in the back. I'm hoping it will bloom this year... my Dad and I planted it 4 or 5 summers ago and it still hasn't bloomed. The snowshoe bunnies chewed up the one in the front that I planted last summer... but I did spot one leaf budding... maybe there is still hope after all for that one.

I bought myself a kayak last week. I told myself that I would buy myself one when I graduated; but then decided to push it up to this year since this may be my last "free" summer. I took it out on Lake Loaine last week... it was glorious! Lake Loaine is a little trout fed lake about 5 miles up the road from me. So quiet you would think you were up in the mountains somewhere. There is a loon couple living there. I'll have to go back in a few weeks and see if there are babies. I also saw a couple of Osprey's -- one of them dove into the lake right near me for a tasty fish... came up with nothing though. The fish were jumping like crazy... one fisherman shared the lake with me... he floated around in this weird little inner tube thing. As I was leaving another fisherman arrived using a kayak and one fished from shore.

I'm hoping to get back out again on Thursday... let's hope it's not snowing or anything.