Much of 2016 took me in a direction away from Spring Bird. Often, there were days that I spent more hours at work and commuting than at home. This rigorous scheduled left me with little time to notice, peruse, drink-in, meditate-on this place let alone do much caretaking, gardening, and planning. Pat and the kids really held down the fort while I was away. Nonetheless there were happenings and highlights that I captured here and there, and I'd like to go back in time to document them in the blog--chronologically.. So, bare with me as I return to 2016. . .
Many of my 2016 mornings started at 5:45 AM. I was out the door by 6:20 AM and arrived at work by 8:15 AM. One morning in May, I noticed a deer walk past my bedroom window. I greeted her in my head, "Goodmorning deer!" When I later flew out the front door and skipped off the front stoop, I froze and back-tracked in order to assess a brown blob in the middle of an arborvitae bush. The vinca groundcover was in full bloom under the newly leafed Oak, and in the corner of this parcel of land--which I imagine as an "island" since it is surrounded by driveways and walkways was a chestnut brown oval. It was an animal as I had instinctively guessed, and as I cautiously inched closer, I audibly gasped when I realized it was a fawn. I couldn't believe that the mother thought it wise to have her baby so close to the house. Afterall, she new there were cats here. I felt so honored to witness this newborn all curled up and asleep, and then, I realized that it must have been the weary mother whom I saw earlier on her way to get some water or food.
Quickly, I told Pat to keep an eye on the fawn and to watch so that the cats don't harm it. Pat took this photo, above, when the fawn was strong enough to lift it's head. He told me that our cat Marbles, spent a good two hours laying down on the path watching it. Around noon the baby had found its legs and wandered into the woods with its mother. I still can't believe how lucky we were to have seen a newborn fawn--let alone so close to our threshold. Now, when the herds of deer pass by to nibble on the honey locust pods, I look for the smaller ones and wonder.
Anna Lentz, artist, writer, and creativity coach who blogs about making a creative life connected with nature at Spring Bird.