Every time I see a doe out this way, near Stephanie’s place, I wonder if it could be Skittles. After all, we never did find out if she perished in that blizzard last winter or just found her place with her own kind and never looked back. I want to call out her name to see if I get a reaction from any of them, but she probably wouldn’t recognize me anymore. I pray she’s okay.
skittles, did you ever find
your rightful place among your kind?
or did you fall beneath the snow
to be with mom? we’ll never know!
–Photos by me
michaeljordahl 
Heart worming
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Thank you! (I assume that’s a typo) lol
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My pleasure Michael
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absolutely a typo🙈
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I hope she found a home with her own kind!
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me too, Dawn, that would be the best outcome!
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beautiful and poignant, Michael:the gem of the day 🙂
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Thank you, John, you are too kind!
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Forgot to tell you I love all the beautifully colored cats in your cat clowder. My husband once got up to 22 cats in his clowder. Hardy ever saw most of them but when it was time for their dinner they all came rushing in when they heard the cat food hit the tin pie plates.
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It’s funny at feeding time–they come crawling out of…everywhere!
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