JB
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I am really bummed, my friends. 
<br /><br />Got up early (4:30) because I was having bad dreams. Don't remember what the dreams were, but I woke up in a cold sweat and really down mood.<br /><br />Went to feed Catzilla. She was not there. Decided to go out on the porch for a smoke. Catzilla was lying, dead, at the door. Not a big surprise. I had expected it for months. I had been her servant for almost 13 years and though she was not a friendly critter she was a companion of sorts. Put her in a box for later interment.<br /><br />Went to the porch. Still pretty dark, but I could make out the doe I see regularly with her newborn out by the brushpile. Another shadowy figure I thought was the fawn.<br /><br />Began to get light. HEY!! That isn't the fawn, it's a danged wolf!! And momma is standing there right in front of it. The wolf dives into the brushpile and comes out. . . momma takes a few kicks at it.<br /><br />Gotta investigate/intervene here.<br /><br />Neither critter noticed me until I was about 20' away. Then they both took off, clearing a 5' fence as though it was nothing.<br /><br />One side of the brushpile was torn up. Broken limbs and trampled down. In the middle was a bloody spot about a foot in diameter with one, tiny hoof in the center. Nothing else.<br /><br />The wolf had killed and eaten the fawn. . . all of it. . .with momma clearly putting up one hellofa fight, then standing by while it ate her baby.<br /><br />That must be what happened to Spook, too. He disappeared about a month ago.<br /><br />I know that nature takes her course. Death, even tragic death, is a part of the big picture. It still hurts when it visits those you value.
<br /><br />Got up early (4:30) because I was having bad dreams. Don't remember what the dreams were, but I woke up in a cold sweat and really down mood.<br /><br />Went to feed Catzilla. She was not there. Decided to go out on the porch for a smoke. Catzilla was lying, dead, at the door. Not a big surprise. I had expected it for months. I had been her servant for almost 13 years and though she was not a friendly critter she was a companion of sorts. Put her in a box for later interment.<br /><br />Went to the porch. Still pretty dark, but I could make out the doe I see regularly with her newborn out by the brushpile. Another shadowy figure I thought was the fawn.<br /><br />Began to get light. HEY!! That isn't the fawn, it's a danged wolf!! And momma is standing there right in front of it. The wolf dives into the brushpile and comes out. . . momma takes a few kicks at it.<br /><br />Gotta investigate/intervene here.<br /><br />Neither critter noticed me until I was about 20' away. Then they both took off, clearing a 5' fence as though it was nothing.<br /><br />One side of the brushpile was torn up. Broken limbs and trampled down. In the middle was a bloody spot about a foot in diameter with one, tiny hoof in the center. Nothing else.<br /><br />The wolf had killed and eaten the fawn. . . all of it. . .with momma clearly putting up one hellofa fight, then standing by while it ate her baby.<br /><br />That must be what happened to Spook, too. He disappeared about a month ago.<br /><br />I know that nature takes her course. Death, even tragic death, is a part of the big picture. It still hurts when it visits those you value. 
