Last winter, after a fir tree was dislodged from the ground by wind and weather, I determined to fell it, leaving it to be cut up further, then moved along in the spring.
I did saw up the main trunk, figuring to burn it off in the fire pit, but I left the mess of branches in a pile just five or six feet inside the woodline that surrounds the ROTK in the USA (Ranch on the Knoll for the inquisitive among us). The term “USA” should be easily identifiable. And, the fact that you can sing it like John Mellencamp might, makes it easy to remember.
I digress.
My proclivity to perpetually postpone and procrastinate, in this case, paid off in a most pleasant way.
Yesterday, while mowing, as I walked by the area of the yard where the tree lay, I felt like I was being watched.
I slowed my mow, turned to look into the woods, and there appeared a tiny fawn, still and well-behaved, just as mother would have requested.
The ability for wild animals to leave their young, somehow relating to them that it is in their best interest to lie still for hours on end until Mama returns, is a sweet little moment in time for those of us who might encounter a still, obedient critter.
I did record a short video initially, and I’ll leave the 48-second clip in the comments.
In the first photo, I walked up to the fawn, taking a quick picture, then returned to mowing.
About twenty-minutes later, while making my rounds again, I saw the little creature had disappeared, but then I saw just one ear sticking up. The fawn had drifted off to sleep.
With the wind blowing about twenty, in the perfect direction for me to sneak up a little closer, I got the picture that I wanted.
There is something about God’s creatures, sleeping, that makes a man’s heart feel settled and steady. I think some of you will understand what I mean, and might even agree. That, in itself, is something unusual on social media.
Here are a couple of photos that can spark no argument.
It’s Saturday on the Jagged Edge of America, and we all must agree that we’d like to have the wherewithal to doze in the forest like a fawn waiting for the return of its Mama.
Have a great Saturday, I have returned, now, to the camp in the woods. It is well with my soul.
TC
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tc