So I was having my morning convo with John Morgan, and I looked out at the woodshed and saw this:
So I walked quietly onto the back porch. With John narrating into my headset: "She approaches the baby deer stealthily . . . quietly--what was that noise? The door? You need some WD-40. Is it still there or did the squeaking door scare the deer away?"
I said, "Oh, it's so CUTE . . . where is your mother????" Poor thing. I Reikied it and it trotted off down the road. Don't know if it'll be back, but I put some fresh carrots on the compost pile in case it comes back.
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