Ok. Here we go. Proud papa showing off his daughters. They're camera shy, so they
hid behind their new buddy Slim Sandy when I took this shot in my front yard:
Last spring a doe I knew was killed in a car accident, leaving behind two fawns who
were a week old.
(Aside: Please. Don't let deer drink and drive.)
There were coyotes around, so I decided to raise them myself. Bought the book
How to be a Momma Doe for Dummies. I named them Jump and Judy.
(Jump is the gray one behind Slim Sandy, Judy is behind everyone else).
Page 104 said, "A momma doe has to teach her fawns how to hide, and feed them,
and must lick them from head to anus frequently." Whoa! I'm sorry. There's some
things I just won't do. No way I was gonna teach MY girls how to hide!
No sir! I taught them martial arts.
And some other essentials (the bowline knot for spelunking, the half windsor knot
for necktie wearing in formals, how to untie knots so they could fill out tax forms.
The list is endless when you're raising little girls).
I figure it may all pay off some day. Who Knows? I'll be walking a trail, and a tree
will fall on me pinning my arms. I'll bleat out a distress signal. Jump and Judy will
dash off for my truck, and zoom off to get help! Along the way they'll spot a liquor store,
get boozed up, get back out on the road, and become two more traffic fatality statistics.
Ahhh well, daughters. What can you do. I'd hoped for two sweeties like blessedmom and
Hartz ofSpace. Instead I got two little hardheaded independent thinkers like
Zanne and Merle. Er..., I mean two little rays of sunshine like Zanne and Merle.
Yeah, that's what I mean. Two little rays of sunshine. Cutiepies too.
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