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It's been raining and thunderstorming all day, so we drove to Fort Wayne to hang out at a decent coffeehouse that stays open past 5 p.m.

Around sunset, we arrived back at the property. As we walked to our little cottage, about 500 to 1,000 feet from our car, we heard the high-pitched crying of ... a cat? A cat in the middle of the woods? Did our cat get out?

Mr F thought it might be a fox, yet the creature walked up to us so non-threatening and fearless, as it came into view, I thought I was seeing an alien from outer space.

It was a fawn about the size of a cat! 

This little fawn obviously was separated from its parents during one of the thundestorms, and believed we could help him find them. The little cutie was wagging its tail in our presence. Then it sat down in front of our cottage door, waiting for us to lead it to its parents, feed it or maybe allow it inside.

I know it's not a good idea, but I couldn't help but pet the fawn. It was too darned cute. It stayed where it was, waiting, hoping.

We tried to take a photo of it, but it was dusk. Way too dark for my cellphone's camera. We didn't want to startle the fawn with a flash.

After much debate: Do we feed the fawn some milk? Cover it in a blanket? Try to help it find its way home? I decided to help it get on a path to its home. We see deer all over this land, so its home could be anywhere nearby. Mr. F didn't like that I led it away from our cottage, deeper into the forest, fearing it could be attacked by a fox or some other fawn-salivating creature. I left it about ten feet from the cabin, hoping it might not get as wet and be found by its parents. Every half hour or so, we've been checking outside for it.

What a sweet little animal. It's cuteness and need pull at your heartstrings. Yeah, that sounds sickly sweet. But you wheren't here.

So this encounter with the little fawn trumps the story I was going to quickly share: All along the gravel/dirt road leading up to the big cottage, if Mr. F and I saw a frog, we stopped the car, got out and attempted to catch 'em or just get a closer view. Frogs enjoy coming out when it rains. We found at least four. I almost caught the first one, but frogs are so quick, they all jumped in the safest direction away from us.


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May. 27th, 2009 03:48 pm (UTC)
That is a great story.

I recently pulled up some photos of the baby squirrel I rescued a couple years back. Even after several days of near-starvation and failed attempts at reunion, the mother still came back to get him. So I think the little guys are more fierce than we realize! I have high hopes for your little fawn.

(I'm jealous that I did not get to witness the cuteness.)
May. 27th, 2009 11:16 pm (UTC)
yea, if you wrote about this story, i'd be jealous. ;-)

THANK YOU for your own story and the happy ending. It's a relief to know the mom came back. I can feel it in my heart that's what happened our own sitch.

this entry needs editing for clarity. what a mangle of words ... but up until now our wifi has been down since last night. ugh.

c', i've been enjoying all of your twitter updates. it would be fun to string them together.
Jan. 18th, 2011 10:38 am (UTC)
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The stories are like reflections of what I am going through in my life…and these did make me realize my mistakes and what steps do I need to take….
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