Yesterday morning I awoke with a headache. I could tell by the way I was feeling, it was going to be one of those all day bangers. At some point I was going to be in bed with the ice bag on my head, blinds pulled, resigned to watching TV. Of all the mornings to feel ill, I had a 9:00 appointment in town, that I had already put off once. My friend Ruthie was coming by for lunch too. The headache was really throwing a wrench into my day.
I decided for the quick make-up job (eyeliner and mascara only), and brushed my hair out. This wasn’t my best look but it would do. As I grabbed my purse, I noticed the grocery list on the kitchen counter. The weekend was coming up and I really did not want to get out again this week, so I took the list along. I would just deal with the headache and push forth. After all, how long could it take me to stop by the store on the way home and get the few items on my list?
Typical of this day, my appointment took longer than I had planned. My head was pounding by the time I left the clinic, but I dashed to the store anyway, as I really needed to get those few things. Being a hermit of sorts, I generally get out early, when the stores first open, in order to avoid people. I can get my errands run quickly and get home without much ado that way. Today, however, I had already blown my usual routine. It was 10:30 and the parking lot looked full. Fortunately, I was able to jet through the store fairly quickly, only running into the produce man I usually chat with. This morning, I simply smiled and waved, snatching a container of blueberries without stopping my cart. At this point, my headache was really getting the best of me.
Can you think of a time when you were so focused on something that everything else eludes you? Have you ever driven home from work and were so lost in thought that you didn’t remember anything about the drive home? That is exactly what happened to me. I was completely numb, except for the pounding headache that had totally consumed me by now. In fact, when I pulled onto our driveway it did not even register that… what??? Were those… TWO DEER ahead of me on the driveway? Daisy our orphaned fawn? And Holly, the injured yearling? YES!! Our girls had returned!
I put the truck in park and shut off the ignition. I didn’t care that it was in the middle of the driveway. I got out and walked slowly to Daisy. She was wary, but after a little talking she came forth. She looked different; she was not the silly little deer that licked me and yanked on my zipper pull just the other day, and made the crazy-head moves, jumping all around. She looked distant and cautious. Holly was not far behind but she too was careful and watchful. I walked to their pen and Daisy followed. I put some deer feed in a bucket. I ran to the house for an apple. I couldn’t cut that apple up fast enough! I called FD, who decided to come home for an early lunch and visit with our girls. I ran outside with the apples and a camera. The girls were hungry. Daisy had lost her reflective collar, and she had a small cut under her left eye, but they looked good overall. And I was so proud! This was their fourth day out. They made it through 3 very cold nights out on their own! They had stayed together and it was apparent they wished to be together, each watching the other and moving forth as a pair.
Eventually, they sauntered on to the neighboring pecan orchard. I kept watch all day long, wondering when we might see them again. Actually, we didn’t have to wait long. After FD came home from work in the late afternoon, we found them out in the pecan orchard again and followed them on to a pasture of winter wheat. We watched them graze until it got dark and we headed home. They returned again late last night to rest on the slope behind our house, overlooking the canyon. At one point, they even joined two wild deer down at the water and feed station.
Again, late this morning I found the two of them checking out their old haunt at the deer pen. They were looking for food and water. Daisy appeared to have taken a swim somewhere, and she’d lost her 2nd collar. They lazed in the south pasture for about an hour, then headed to the woods. FD found them after work, Holly on the side of a hill, and Daisy just across. Eventually they headed back to the pecan orchard, likely to have another nibble on that wheat pasture just down the way.
I don’t know if Daisy and Holly will always come to visit, but I know I was elated to see them yesterday. Those 3 nights and days since we released them, seemed an eternity. I worried, I wondered, and I prayed. This morning I wasn’t too surprised to see them back. It won’t matter if I’m in the middle of something or if I’m feeling under the weather; my heart will be filled with joy anytime I see my girls. I hope they will always call this their home, and that they will come to visit for many years to come!
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