Here is the wounded deer laying against the studio window. I didn't know that Pat had taken this picture until after I had posted.
Young buck near bird feeder 01/26/16
About four years ago, while spending a retreat at Siloam, a cottage in the woods, with my Mom and sisters, I birthed the concept for my public, enterprising artist-self, Pinwheel Anna. I began blogging my creative productions here: http://pinwheelanna.blogspot.com/ and I wrote about our summer in Oaxaca, Mexico, here: http://oaxacafamilyadventure.blogspot.com/ Then, I went back to school for my MA in Art Education and had no time for blogging. A lot has happened since. . .
Now, I find myself dwelling at Siloam, which we've also named Spring Bird, and writing the first entry of a new blog for our life here. It is amazing to me that life has progressed in such a way, and I feel so unbelievably grateful to be part of this place's history. It's January which happens to be one of my favorite times of the year here. The trees are bare. Snow covers the ground, and animals are more visible. Last week, I spent a morning watching a flock of crows impart mob justice on a hawk. They succeeded in driving the predator out of the woods. Early this morning we said good night to two enormous raccoons who were crawling back inside their old oak for the day's sleep. A different species of woodpecker, not the usual red bellied, has set upon the trees creating their rat-a-tat percussion. The deer, my ladies, keep us company--staying close to the house. Yesterday, we saw a young eight point buck near our bird feeder (pictured above), and this morning an injured deer who is missing the lower portion of her right leg was found curled up to our office/studio window-- keeping warm on the dry patch of leaves there. This is remarkable in and of itself, but what is even more stunning is to know that this was not the first time that an injured deer found comfort in that very spot. Martha and David Bartholomew, the previous inhabitants of Siloam, tell a story of an injured deer, seeking warmth and respite, rested in that same location until her herd came to lick her wounds. The circularity of life seems to be the only thing certain in an otherwise stew of chaos. I don't know what is going to become of this injured deer and not being able to do anything other than provide warmth is a hard lesson to swallow--especially for Abraham (age 9) and Penelope (age 5). So, it is with this sense of mystery and wonder, that the Spring Bird blog and website are begun. I can't wait to see what happens next!
Anna Lentz, artist, writer, and creativity coach who blogs about making a creative life connected with nature at Spring Bird.