Trying to Trust

When I opened the door to let the dogs out, such warm balmy breezes surrounded me as though we were on the beach! It was amazing! The day began well although we were rudely awakened at 4 a.m. to a big noise! The dogs didn't bark so I wasn't worried. Princess knocked over a large antique pitcher. I got it on Ebay to match my grandmother's dishes...very bad kitty! I couldn't get back to sleep for some time which allowed me to read some blogs and comment.

Jessie was to have a friend over to ride her at 11 a.m. so I went out to unlock the gate and there was that tiny baby fawn in the middle of the meadow again! It wasn't there yesterday all day so I thought the mother somehow regained her senses but I was wrong. I didn't have the camera and it looked up briefly at the noisy Kubota passing by and went back to sleep. On my way towards the house, I was greeted with terror....across from the pond and up the steep hill (pond is a little ways from the First Field where the fawn is) I saw those stray dogs! Thoroughly alarmed, I panicked and shooed the black lab away like a complete idiot. Then the little beagle came running towards me since I have petted it before. The beagle has no collar but the black lab has a nice leather one adorned with a gold heart that I am sure reveals its name and number. I petted the beagle, came to my senses, and called for the black lab to no avail. Coty and Nugget were barking with complete frustration as they could not get close to examine the canine trespasser. Coty would like to attack it. The beagle followed me behind the Kubota (so cute!) towards the house to the edge of the underground fence border. I stopped and hopped out to put the jealous dogs inside hoping the beagle would wait. It didn't. It went back to hunt for the black lab.

What to do? Dogs kill fawns. That is a fact. The good husband told me only a couple of years ago how Black Jack had mauled a fawn and brought it to the yard to eat it. Jessie's friend was on her way, so I quickly grabbed a lead rope and a large stick in case I was to come upon something disastrous. I was ready to lose it. I was very upset. I sped back to the First Field and there was no fawn. The word 'trust' kept popping in my mind. "Just trust that things will be okay". Pretty hard for me to do as I always want to help or avoid something bad. There was no blood and I couldn't hear anything. I prayed the baby was safe and looked around the field towards the creek. Nothing and no signs of the dogs.I had to let it go and get on with Jessie' little friend. A couple of hours passed and after they left I drove back out to lock the gate. No fawn. I decided to stop and walk in the woods to see if I could find any evidence of it or the mother. Nothing again. The woods were nice and cool. Why does the mother deer insist on baking her baby in the brutal sun? I saw a bunch of old leaves that looked like a baby, but no, just leaves. Then I thought, maybe a walk around the Cemetery Paddock might reveal something. I noticed we needed to mow and weed eat again. I saw nothing and turned to go back....

OMG! I passed the tiny thing and was inches from it and didn't see it and didn't hear it!!!! I saw brown next to a post. The baby was napping at the inside edge of the paddock. It looked at me but didn't raise up. I spoke to it of course but kept on walking...Leslie, you mentioned in your comment that you would have petted it had it been you...I had to remain unselfish and not linger or touch. What a gift! I couldn't get good photos as I was scared I might disturb it and I didn't have the long lens, but that is ok. The baby is safe today and I pray it grows up strong and healthy and lives a long life. I am learning to trust...