Part fifteen of my ongoing journal entries about life in the time of the 2020-2021 Covid-19 coronavirus pandemic. Previous posts: Part One (Jan-Mar, 2020). Part Two (April 2020). Part Three (May 2020). Part Four (June 2020). Part Five (July 2020). Part Six (August 2020). Part Seven (September 2020). Part Eight (October 2020). Part Nine (November 2020). Part Ten (December 2020). Part Eleven (January 2021). Part Twelve (February 2021). Part Thirteen (March 2021). Part Fourteen (April 2021).
May 7
Happy anniversary to us! Barb and I have been married 38 years. We’re celebrating with a steak dinner at home tonight, cooked indoors because the weather will be cool and rainy. I also got flowers and bagels and smoked salmon and sopressata salami and prosciutto-mozzarella rollups for Barb, all from Wegman’s. So I’m a good husband. We’ll go out tomorrow night to a new restaurant in Columbia, The Food Market, which looks good. I got lunch yesterday from a new place on Route 40, The Pepper House, which has excellent Sichuan noodle dishes; I’ll definitely be going back to try more things on the menu. So our dietary needs are in pretty good shape (or bad, depending on your perspective). And that doesn’t include Mother’s Day on Sunday. I’m thinking dim sum!
So, things in our little lives are chugging along reasonably well. We’re fully vaccinated, we’re still relatively careful, still wearing masks when we go indoors anywhere, not eating inside at restaurants yet, but generally getting out and about and starting to see people. Barb will be meeting a friend for lunch tomorrow, too, in addition to our dinner plans.
The virus continues to recede in the U.S. which is good, but as discussed in my April 29 post, the vaccine rates are dropping too. Various states are dropping restrictions — Broadway shows can start, though none of them are ready — and things are looking better for the summer. Still, no states are currently on track to contain COVID and only 10 are even slowing the spread; 43 states or territories are at risk of outbreak or worse.
Global numbers are ticking down as well, which reflects the surge cresting in India. Death rates are still rising and it’s becoming more evident they are significantly under-counted. The virus will still be a concern as we get to next winter. Who knows where things will stand with variants, international travel, global vaccine rates, localized hotspots, or the need for a new round of vaccine boosters? For now, we’ll take the good news while we can get it, but the window may be just a few months.
Numbers:
- Global cases: 156,000,000; Daily average: 799K; Total Deaths: 3,256,000
- USA cases: 32,600,000; Daily average: 45K; Total Deaths: 580,000
- Maryland cases: 451,000 Deaths: 8,822; “At risk of outbreak” per CovidActNow.org
- 0 state “On track to contain COVID”
- 10 states “Slow disease growth” (Texas, Idaho, Kansas, Hawaii, Arkansas…)
- 40 states “At risk of outbreak” (Maine, Delaware, Pennsylvania, Rhode Island, West Virginia…)
- 3 states “Active or imminent outbreak” (Michigan, Minnesota, Colorado)
- 0 states “Severe outbreak”
The political scene is getting a little more problematic. The Democrats are starting to fret about the midterms already, realizing they may have only a few more months to push through any of Biden’s ambitious initiatives. They are eager to get some (any) Republicans to sign onto any sort of infrastructure deal to claim at least one bipartisan victory, but McConnell and the Republicans are reverting to norm and not working with anyone. Trump and his cronies are exerting more and more control over the party and are on the verge of ousting Liz Cheney for apostasy. Florida and Texas are leading the way in restricting voting rights across many states, and Republicans are licking their chops at the prospects of redrawing districts and flipping enough seats to regain the House and Senate. Biden’s honeymoon was nice but it’s long gone. The hamster wheel turns.
May 13
Maryland’s Governor Hogan announced yesterday that as of tomorrow all restrictions on business indoor and outdoor capacities will be lifted, including restaurants, concerts, sports, churches, etc. Within another week or two, when Maryland reaches 70% of adults with at least one shot (we’re at 65% now), all requirements to wear masks indoors will cease. So I guess Covid is done. Yay, I suppose.
It’s great news but seems a bit anticlimactic and possibly a little too soon. The vaccines seem to be really doing the job and adoption rates are high in Maryland, but there are still those who refuse to get vaccinated and the calculations don’t include children who so far have not been able to get vaccinated. It remains to be seen how quickly people will be ready to go back into crowded spaces. I’m not ready, for one.
Last Saturday, Barb and I went to a new restaurant in Columbia to celebrate our anniversary and Mother’s Day. I’d planned to eat outdoors but the weather was quite chilly, there were no heaters and no other outdoor diners, so we took a table indoors for the first time. Barb was fine with it but I was a little uncomfortable. Tables were still well spaced, which helped, and waiters were still masked. But I worried about the large group of 6 loud people nearby and generally hustled through dinner. I was relieved to get done and leave the restaurant. I’m even less eager to go back inside restaurants if they’re back to full capacity and crowded tables. I’ve gotten quite used to doing takeout and having meals at home in front of our TV, with my own supply of booze. I think I like the idea of wearing masks indoors among crowds and may keep doing so, rather like people do in Japan and around Asia.
That said, we’ve got plans this weekend to see various friends and we will be having dinner with Harders in Baltimore (outdoors) for the first time since last summer. I’ve also started watching for concerts I want to attend and have tickets for two in November. So, the good news is we are starting to get back to “normal” though it will still take a while for me and many to be comfortable with crowds and full capacities.
Virus rates in the U.S. continue to decline, which is excellent. They are still not low enough, but the trend is good. Internationally, the wave of infections in India continues to decline slightly but deaths are still rising, more than 4,000 daily, higher than the U.S. ever reached. News coverage of outbreaks in India and other countries has slowed; time to move on.
Numbers:
- Global cases: 160,400,000; Daily average: 745K; Total Deaths: 3,300,000
- USA cases: 32,700,000; Daily average: 36K; Total Deaths: 581,000
- Maryland cases: 453,000 Deaths: 8,843; “At risk of outbreak” per CovidActNow.org
- 1 state “On track to contain COVID” (Northern Marianas)
- 22 states “Slow disease growth” (Tennessee, New Mexico, Puerto Rico, Louisiana, Arizona…)
- 29 states “At risk of outbreak” (Colorado, Minnesota, Maine, West Virginia, Pennsylvania…)
- 1 state “Active or imminent outbreak” (Michigan)
- 0 states “Severe outbreak”
In other local news, we’re heading to Boston in a week to see Allie. She got her second dose shot a couple of days ago and had a mild reaction of chills and a headache but seems OK as of last night. Allie has mapped out our activities and meals and seems to be even more excited than we are, which is cute. We’re eager to see her and Perri.
The cicadas are still due to come out any day now in Maryland. We’ve had cool weather for the past week which seems to have slowed them down, but they’ve started to appear in Virginia. We’re curious to see how obnoxious they will be and how Manny will react.
I’ve been slowly chugging through 2006 on Billzpage, particularly a lengthy trip to California and Oregon that yielded many pictures and memories. I’m also reading a good book about China, Age of Ambition by Evan Osnos. And yesterday I finally played some tennis at Cattail, the country club we joined last year. There was a free mixed doubles meet and greet which turned out to be more of a clinic than I expected. I wrenched my knee a little about 10 minutes into the session but hobbled through the rest of it. At least I met some people and now the two pros have an idea of how I play. I’d like to find a regular group to play mixed doubles with but it seems that may take a while. But at least I’ve made a start. Now I need for my knee to stop hurting.
May 17
Today’s post, you may be relieved to see, has nothing to do with the coronavirus. I’m trying to find a way to tie together a number of books and podcasts I’ve absorbed over the past three years regarding connections between English, American, French and Haitian revolutions, the development of constitutional democracies and today’s nation states. See Books I’ve Read Lately for the types of things I’ve been consuming.
I listened to a BBC History podcast about the Franco-American Alliance of 1778 last week which did a decent job of bringing together a number of strands. It emphasized linkages between these revolutions, along with impacts of slavery, Native Americans and the Spanish in North America during the period. It emphasized the crucial role of the 1763 Treaty of Paris ending the 7 Years/French and Indian War feeding into the American revolution. Britain won the war and territory but was saddled with huge debt which led to taxation (without representation) in North America. Later, Britain lost the American War of Independence but it was France that ended up with a huge debt which fed into their own Revolution in 1789.
I’m no historian and I’m in no position to authoritatively pull together these various strands into a more comprehensive story, but it seems important to find a perspective that rises above individual nations or personalities. I’m seeking a more holistic view of historical developments over the centuries that bring us to today’s mess and hint at directions for the future. The American Revolution didn’t happen in isolation, nor did any of the others. And none was solely the work of a small cluster of white men as was often portrayed in popular history. But the real story gets overly complex with dense layers of politics, economics, religions, races, nationalities, ideologies, personalities and historical trends.
Coincidentally, this weekend, the Washington Post reviewed a new book: The Gun, The Ship and The Pen by Linda Colley which appears to tie together the development of constitutional democracies through this period (see reviews by NY Times, The Guardian). I will need to read this when it’s available. Also coincidentally, Dan Aibel dropped by Saturday and mentioned that I’d like Jared Diamond’s 1997 book Guns, Germs and Steel, which I’ve heard of and should have read by now. I think it also feeds into this discussion. Tied into the whole story is also the rise of the printing press, literacy and spread of knowledge and information. The NY Times review of Colley’s book mentions work on nationalism by Benedict Anderson which is something else I need to look into.
Ultimately, these threads weave into the notion of democracies vs. authoritarianism, identified by Biden as the big question of the 21st century. This comes at a time when the rise of China, in particular, offers a counterexample of the efficacy of an authoritarian, centrally controlled state. It seems inevitable these worldviews will clash. Are wars the inevitable result? Can they be avoided?
I have a recurring question of a Constitution 2.0 (or 3.0). It seems our current constitution is getting stale, written for an 18th century America that has changed dramatically. Is there a better model for the U.S. or other nations to follow? Is there a better way to govern and get along? It feels like the time is coming for a new step forward in historical and political evolution. Where will it come from, and can it happen without completely upsetting the current apple cart?
Revolutions, like wars, are not pretty. They unleash unpredictable, chaotic forces and ravage countless individual lives. I wouldn’t wish one on anyone. But is there room for substantive, progressive change without the crucible of revolutionary chaos? Can we somehow navigate to a better place without killing one another?
Perhaps the first step is to imagine a better system and develop some level of shared consensus on goals. Having written that, I can’t help but think of the Earth Charter and Sue’s cohort of pie-in-the-sky dreamers — not that there’s anything wrong with that per se, but can we ever get past the point of everything just starting to come together? Dare I say, is the Earth Charter Institute a place to start?
May 19
It’s been less than a week since Covid restrictions started to ease in earnest. There is still some confusion over when and where one is supposed to wear a mask. Most people, including myself, are still wearing masks in most indoor places but there are now at least a few people who are not. I was at Costco earlier today and nearly everyone was masked except for one very smug-looking older white lady who strode defiantly through the aisles. In general, there seem to be more people in stores and there’s less concern for social distancing. I’m now more willing to go into stores to simply browse the aisles rather than dashing in for one or two specific things.
For example, Barb needed a new watch battery which entailed a trip to the Columbia Mall to the only store in Howard County I know of that replaces batteries. It was my first time inside the mall in more than a year. The store clerk said it would take 20 minutes to install the new battery and I decided to just walk around the mall to kill time. I would guess between 20-30% of the mall’s stores are now shuttered, victims of the virus and online shopping competitors. The busiest store by far was the revamped and enlarged Apple Store, with a line out the door waiting for their Genius Bar appointments. Otherwise, there were nearly as many older people walking the mall for exercise as there were actual shoppers. I’m sure the remaining stores are praying they make it to Christmas. It seems like many won’t.
Tomorrow we drive up to Boston. Everyone is eager for this trip except Manny. We’re afraid he will be miserable without us or his birds for five days. Mark will come over to feed him but I doubt Manny will be friendly with him. There’s not a lot we can do; like pets all over the country, Manny’s going to have to get used to being on his own in the house from time to time. We expect his two anxiety toys are going to get a workout.
The virus numbers continue to improve, though India just suffered through a record number of deaths yesterday, more than 4,500.
Numbers:
- Global cases: 163,900,000; Daily average: 623K; Total Deaths: 3,300,000
- USA cases: 33,000,000; Daily average: 32K; Total Deaths: 581,000
- Maryland cases: 457,000 Deaths: 8,945; “At risk of outbreak”
- per CovidActNow.org
- 0 states “On track to contain COVID”
- 34 states “Slow disease growth” (Kentucky, Utah, Nevada, New York, Alaska…)
- 19 states “At risk of outbreak” (Colorado, Michigan, Maine, West Virginia, Minnesota…)
- 0 states “Active or imminent outbreak”
- 0 states “Severe outbreak”
I’ve seen the first cicadas on my walks in the neighborhood but they are few and far between. None seem to have appeared on any of our trees in the yard. There’s a little bit more of a noticeable whine in the air today as it approaches 80 degrees. It will be 90 over this weekend while we’re gone. We’ll see when we get back if there’s a real difference.
Laurie is heading to Pueblo Ingles for a week starting tomorrow, her first adventure outside of Segovia or La Losa. She’s making some headway now with her timeline stories. She has no plans yet for transatlantic travel though Maggie will be coming to Charlottesville in June/July. Laurie wants to go to Norway for part of July/August.
The EU nations have just declared they will welcome vaccinated Americans others this summer. I’m starting to wonder if maybe Barb and I should use our British Airway vouchers later this year, like in October, rather than wait until next spring. They expire at the end of April, as of now. It seems like Europe will be safer to visit than Aruba or the Dominican Republic, which had been our tentative plan for the fall. Something to discuss with Barb and Allie this weekend.
Barb is starting to talk more definitively about retirement. December 2022 is becoming the firm date. She has started discussions with her HR department and got an initial estimate of her pension annuity. Barb’s boss is already starting to panic. Larry said he will definitely retire at the end of this year so he can be the trailblazer for Barb. New adventures await.
May 28
We are winding our way into the Memorial Day weekend. I haven’t had a lot of time to write this week because I’ve been busy with odds and ends. On Tuesday, I had to catch up on yard work after being away for four whole days. On Wednesday, I wrote up our Boston trip which always takes a little longer than I expect. On Thursday, I had my first-ever visit to a cardiologist which my regular doctor recommended purely as a precaution. The cardiologist got my basic background and thinks I’m probably doing just fine, but set up a stress test for me in a few weeks to establish a baseline.
I spent the rest of yesterday responding to Sue’s request for more socially conscious investments, which also took longer than I’d expected. I guess it’s a useful exercise for me. I’ve found various women-focused funds and even a Vegan one. I’m learning more about different types of funds and ways to screen for additional criteria, and trying to be polite about it all.
While writing this, Laurie responded to a link I’d sent her about The Music of Strangers, a documentary on the Silk Road Ensemble I watched last night. That led to a dialogue about Cristina Pato, a Galician bagpiper featured in the show…which led to my searching on YouTube for things by her which led me to a Celtic Music on the Continent BBC Alba (who knew there was a Gaelic service?) episode about Galician music. Lilypads. I’ve added the BBC Port series to my list of YouTube finds. And so I’ve spent more of this afternoon watching YouTube rather than writing, made worse because I have to read the subtitles of the Gaelic program.
All of which is a way of saying that things are getting back to normal, more or less. The virus growth rates are receding daily. Almost all states are in slow growth, though none are “on track to contain Covid.” The world numbers are generally down though they just bounced within the last couple of days, which hopefully does not indicate a reversal in the downward trend. Still, we are near 600,000 deaths in the U.S. and more than 3.5 million worldwide, figures that would have rightfully been terrifying a year ago.
Numbers:
- Global cases: 169,000,000; Daily average: 541K; Total Deaths: 3,500,000
- USA cases: 33,200,000; Daily average: 23K; Total Deaths: 594,000
- Maryland cases: 458,000 Deaths: 9,581; “At risk of outbreak”
- per CovidActNow.org
- 0 states “On track to contain COVID”
- 48 states “Slow disease growth” (Michigan, Oregon, Maine, West Virginia, Pennsylvania…)
- 5 states “At risk of outbreak” (Colorado, Washington, Wyoming, Florida, Rhode Island)
- 0 states “Active or imminent outbreak”
- 0 states “Severe outbreak”
Barb is ready for her pool to open. We’re making plans to meet people for lunches and dinners. I’ll keep this journal open for a while longer but it’s feeling like it’s coming to an end. Knock on wood.
May 29 – The Fawn
We had a little nature drama play out in our front yard yesterday. I went out Friday morning to get our newspapers when I was startled to find a deer fawn curled up on our lawn, just between the driveway and our house, near our lamppost and weeping cherry tree. I wasn’t sure if it was sleeping, sick or dead. I leaned in close, just a couple of feet away and couldn’t detect any movement at all.
I figured we had a dead fawn in our yard and tried, in the first minute or two, to figure out what to do about it. I didn’t want turkey buzzards picking at its carcass there. The previous summer we’d had a sizable dead snake in the back yard and that was gross enough, between the birds picking at it and the flesh and bones rotting for several days. I figured I shouldn’t touch the fawn even with gloves, just in case of disease. I thought about covering it with a tarp or using a shovel and wheelbarrow to take it down to the wild area in back of the house to leave it or bury it. I also thought about calling animal control to have the county dispose of it. I considered taking a picture of the fawn but decided that was disrespectful and too sad. I didn’t want to exploit the poor animal’s plight or have that in my history of photos.
I came back in the house and told Barb about the fawn. Her first thought was to call animal control. Her immediate second thought was to call our neighbor Janice who has lots more experience with yard stuff (and also burying dead animals). I started tapping out a message to Janice but thought better of it and decided to call animal control for advice. I got through quickly and their recommendation was to leave it alone and let their animal disposal crew take care of it. They scheduled pickup within 48 hours. The agent said that if the carcass was not removed by Tuesday (Monday was the Memorial Day holiday) to call them again. That comment did not instill confidence.
We left the deer alone for a few hours. At noon, our friend Leslie came for a visit, parking within 15 feet of the fawn. Leslie didn’t notice the fawn when she walked past. I then drove out and back to get lunch for us, driving within 5 feet of the fawn both times. Still no movement. Definitely dead, I decided. When Leslie left an hour or so later, she paused briefly to take a look at the fawn.
Later in the afternoon, it started raining heavily. I checked out the kitchen window periodically to see if animal control had come by, but no, the fawn was still in the same spot. At about 7pm, I started to get things ready for dinner and looked out the kitchen window once more. In the pouring rain, I could see the fawn was moving and then wobbled to its feet. It was alive, after all! I called Barb over to look. But clearly the fawn wasn’t doing well. It wobbled unsteadily for a few moments before plopping back down in its spot. The rain was coming down, the weather was cooling into the 50s and this fawn was clearly weak with hunger. It curled up again but kept its head up, looking for mother, we guessed.
We thought maybe the mother had been run over or killed somehow and the fawn was abandoned. We wondered what we could feed it or how to help it. I started searching the internet for more advice and learned that deer need special milk so there wasn’t much we could immediately do about that. We also learned that mother deer sometimes leave their fawns for up to 10-12 hours and the best thing to do was leave the fawn alone in case the mother returned.
I decided to call animal control again for advice, even though it was after hours. Sure enough, they were closed but the recording referred me to Howard County emergency communications. I called and the agent said they didn’t handle rescues, that if they sent out police they would simply put the animal down. That didn’t seem like the right step. We decided to wait and hope that the mother would return. I checked the internet a bit further and came upon confirmation that doing nothing was the best course. Good. We could do that.
At close to 8pm, near dusk and with the rain letting up, I checked out the window and there was the mother standing over the fawn. The mother started licking the fawn all over (just like Manny!) and slowly the fawn wobbled once again to its feet. It stood unsteadily for a while as the mother groomed it and then finally the fawn sought out some milk. We were greatly relieved to see this. We watched for about five minutes as they reunited and the fawn seemed to gain strength in just those few moments.
Several cars with bright headlights swooped by on Pfefferkorn Road and the mother decided it was time to move. They worked their way slowly across our front yard, the fawn sticking close by the mother as Barb and I watched. After a few more pauses for feeding, the pair started to move more quickly across our neighbor’s yard. The last we saw, they were trotting toward the woods, hopefully to safety as night fell.
Thinking about the incident, I reflect first on how generally ignorant I am of nature. Despite watching countless hours of nature documentaries, I am lost when confronted with wildlife in my own front yard.
Then I thought about the miracle of communication and animal instinct that teaches the fawn to stay silently in one spot for hours as the mother tends to business. How do they learn that? How is it that, “Fawns are also programmed to keep totally still and quiet when hiding while their mother forages.”
We (science fiction and I) spend a lot of time worrying about Artificial Intelligence becoming sentient. When will robots develop consciousness and what will they think? We spend not nearly enough time considering all the sentient beings with whom we already share the planet. It was clear watching the mother and fawn interact that they are thinking creatures and communicate in a manner we can barely comprehend. Manny certainly thinks and has a personality. The cows in the pasture in Covadonga (oops, haven’t written up that 2016 trip yet) clearly understood they were being separated from their calves and were not happy about it. The cows at the South Mountain Creamery looked about as happy as concentration camp inmates, despite the marketing literature about Cow Comfort.
If I had just a bit more personal resolve, I would be a vegetarian. It would be better for my health, for the planet and for my conscience. If I can’t give up meat altogether, I can maybe try to eat less of it. Aim for more vegetables, more sauces, beans, dark grains and so on. I think I’m psychologically OK with consuming milk and eggs, bivalves, shrimp and probably even fish. Chickens are borderline but probably only because I haven’t spent much time with them — Laurie and Maggie can probably relate stories of chicken love that would break my heart. At the least, hooved animals should be off my menu. But who am I kidding? I love beef and pork way too much to quit, even if they are sentient creatures.
Anyway, that’s our little lesson in nature for the day. I can’t express how relieved both Barb and I were to see that little fawn and mother reunite and trot off to the woods. Barb is sure they will return to eat our flowers, but I won’t mind as much.
P.S. When it came time the next day to decide on dinner plans for the weekend, I opted to cook beef strogonoff on Saturday and T-bone steak on Sunday (because they were on sale at the grocery store). So much for my personal resolve. “The road to hell…“
P.P.S. In our absorption with the predicament of the fawn, Barb and I managed to entirely forget that day was Joe’s and Sara’s birthday. We didn’t remember until two days later. Sorry, guys.
Fawn Update – June 2
After taking the Memorial Day weekend off, presumably in the wild, the fawn was back in our yard on the evening of Monday, May 31. I rolled the garbage can out around 10pm and once again was startled to see a bare outline of the fawn motionless in the dark, just a few feet from our driveway where I rolled the garbage can.
The fawn was in the same spot in the morning. I went right by it to get newspapers and retrieve the trash can at 8:30am. This time I figured it was fair game to take a few photos.
The fawn was readily visible from our kitchen door, making it easy to monitor its status without disturbing it. I presume it was the same fawn from Friday. It was visibly healthier and a bit larger. It also moved its head and ears more frequently and I could see it breathing. Nevertheless, it stayed in place all through the day and into the late afternoon.
Figuring that mama doe would show up again around 8pm as it got dark, I positioned myself by the kitchen door and kept watch. Manny was very interested in what I was doing, so I hoisted him up for a look. He definitely saw the fawn, but was more interested in whatever birds flitted by. Manny’s vigil only lasted a few minutes but I maintained my watch for nearly 30 minutes until it got too dark to take a good picture. Still no mama.
I see you 
Still waiting…in the gloaming
We flicked on the lights a few times later in the evening to confirm the fawn was still there, all the way until we went to bed after midnight. The next morning, I woke up at 6:30am wondering if it was still there. Sure enough, same spot. I crawled back into bed for a bit more sleep. Barb got up around 7:15am and also saw the fawn. Barb was very agitated that the fawn had been alone for nearly 36 hours. We wondered if there was any sort of deer family protective services to report the negligent mother.
Barb settled in to do some work in the dining room before heading into DC. Manny took a position in one of the dining room windows where he often watches birds. Barb checked briefly but couldn’t see anything from that window. A little after 8am, Barb left to go to DC and the fawn was gone, just a dent left in the grass. We presume the mama doe finally showed up and they took off, with only Manny as a witness, but we’ll never know for sure unless Manny or the fawn agrees to testify.
We hope this little brush with wildlife is over. It was very sweet to see the fawn, but very nerve-wracking to think it might have been abandoned. Barb and I — and possibly Manny — worried about it all day and night while it was there. It’s nice that they feel safe in our yard but it’s more of a relief to think that the fawn is off living its life with mama. We wish them well but please stay in the woods. We don’t want to be a fawn day care center. The anxiety is too much for us.
Fawn Update – June 5
Our friend showed up one more time the morning of Saturday, June 5, but didn’t stay very long. It was there at 8:30am when I went out to get newspapers, in exactly the same spot from three days earlier. It again seemed bigger and healthier.
We checked again at 10:30am and it was still there when I got a sequence of pictures where the fawn stood up and then plopped back down right where it had been. By 11am it was gone, possibly scared off by some of the neighbors’ lawnmowers. It was just as well that it left — I had plans to mow the lawn that day.
If that’s the last we see of the fawn, we will be happy that our lawn was a safe haven for a little while, and thankful for the small lessons in real world wildlife the fawn and its mother taught us. We’re very relieved the story didn’t become a tragedy. But really, that’s enough.
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