Well, my mighty hunter Shadow (here, looking longingly at the birds in the Japanese red maple tree) decided to capture another young chickadee yesterday.  Hubby realized it, when he heard what sounded like a parakeet squawking in the bedroom... and we were able to grab Shadow and retrieve the little bird.  It was raising a heck of a commotion, so I cradled it in my hand and went outside (cats closed inside...). No time for pictures, concern for the little bird overwhelmed me.  Outside, I opened my hand and checked out the birdy. No blood, no lost feathers, no signs of "damage".  Just a scared bird lying motionless in my hand until... she hopped up and fell onto my pants leg! I picked her back up and she bit me (always a good sign!!), then jumped onto my shirt. She walked all around the back, through my hair and onto the other shoulder, chirping up a storm as if to tell me all about my 'wicked' cat ... then flew off into the woods.  I HATE that the cats capture critters but I have to tell you, that little bird walking all over me yesterday ~ spunky and strutting and acting much LIKE a pet parakeet, even if for a brief moment ~ was  magical.  That word comes to mind when thinking about the moonbeam photo posted yesterday,

and the one that was captured in the wee hours this morning as well.  It almost seems that something ethereal is behind these beams of light that shine down right on the HRD through the rain that has inundated our area for the past 4 days. 6" and counting, not including 4+ inches from Irene not 10 days ago.  The land is as soggy as an old, wet sponge.  Mother Nature is certainly in overdrive this year...

And speaking of Mothers... Annie and the fawn are here as usual, and I see that Peg and the fawn are also dining together from time to time, with and without Annie. I don't know the dynamics of a deer "family", but I suspect I am watching some of that unfolding at my door step. Or rock-step ♥

 I did think it was pretty adorable, catching Annie and Fawn in a 'tender' moment as Peg watched from her place at the table... it will be interesting to see the relationships develop over the next few months and during the winter, praying they all get through hunting season okay.  I wish I could tell them to just STAY HERE and stay safe. But animals do what animals do, whether they're first-generation house cats born of feral parents .. or the truly wild deer, turkey, bear and other critters that come around our home in PA ~ "Fawn Haven". 

The End.  

Well, the fawn's, anyway♥

Love them critter butts!!!

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“ …Like the grasses showing tender faces to each other, thus should we do, for this was the wish of the Grandfathers of the World. ”         — Black Elk

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