I went out to the farm a couple of days ago and was disheartened to learn that Skittles (the orphaned fawn) has been missing since that nasty blizzard we had in early April. Stephanie said that although Skittles would often be gone all day, she’d always come home to sleep indoors at night.

So far, all of poor Steph’s calling out for her has gone unanswered.

Now, there’s always a chance that she finally just up and left with others of her kind. Perhaps one day I’ll run into her on one of my woodland walks. I hope so.

Good things are fleeting

They touch us and then are gone–

To make way for more

–Photo by me (last year)