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His Eye Is on the Sparrow

Shelby in Her Chest Wrap

The past few days have been horrific. I mean it.

Just.
Plain.
Awful.

We live in a suburb of a big metropolitan area. Our lot is about a quarter of an acre, so not huge but not tiny. In the back left corner, we have a large garden area with lilacs behind it and a fence behind those. In the back right corner is where our dogs have claimed their “area.”

On Tuesday, I let the dogs out for a potty break in early afternoon. They trotted up to their area and gradually our little Italian Greyhound started walking toward the left corner after doing her business. This is not unusual as both she and our Whippet love to sniff and stretch and nibble the different grasses growing around the yard.

I was standing on the back deck watching the two dogs when all of a sudden a large deer bolted out and stomped the Italian Greyhound. It happened so fast and all I could think to do was to run out after the deer and throw my shoes at it. It crashed through the lilacs and followed the fence line out of the yard.

When stomped, the dog let out a pathetic scream and scrambled toward the house. The other dog bolted to the house, too. As soon as I chased the deer off, I charged into the house to find the dogs. Poor little Iggy. She had a soft, bulging sphere about the size of a racket ball protruding from her rib cage on the right side. There was a gurgling sound and the bulge throbbed like a heartbeat.

Trying not to panic, I grabbed the phone and called the vet while grabbing Little Bear’s car seat. The vet said to bring the dog in right away. As quickly as I could, I kenneled the Whippet, got Little Bear in the car seat and grabbed the dog. Into the minivan we all went and off to the vet we headed. After a quick check, our vet said the dog would need much more extensive care than he could provide. He made arrangements with an emergency/critical care animal hospital while I sobbed. Then off we went to get there quickly.

They took the dog and did X-rays, ultrasound, exam, IV meds, etc. The dog stayed overnight in the hospital, but we were able to bring her home the next day. Miraculously, she does not seem to have organ damage or severe internal bleeding. She does have a hole in her chest cavity where the deer kicked in her ribs. The bulge is the compromised muscle wall and fluid and blood. She is wearing supportive wraps around her chest and is on pretty heavy medication while her broken ribs mend. We’re praying for a smooth and speedy recovery.

I had no idea a deer would charge out at the dogs, but I still feel so very terrible. Our little dog could have been killed, and now she is in pain. Both dogs are shaken. I am shaken. And our bank account is several, several hundreds of dollars lighter. The whole situation makes me sick, and I still sob when even thinking about that horrible experience. That was no sweet Bambi!

Last night the terrible situation got even worse. When letting the dogs out for an evening potty break (they don’t wander far from the back deck and are eager to get back in now), I heard an odd sound—like a goat bleating. After hearing it several times, I decided to peek and see if the neighbor had gotten a new animal. However, I only took a few steps when I saw it—a tiny fawn peeking at ME from behind the garden!

My stomach, still in knots from the encounter a day and a half previous, dropped. I called up to Mr. Honey who was in the living room. He quickly came down and grabbed a broom on his way out the door. He found the tiniest fawn curled up in some fallen branches. It was weak, so very weak. Using the little strength it had, it tried to “run” on extremely wobbly legs. Unfortunately, it decided to try to run through our garden fence and got stuck. Mr. Honey was able to pull it out without any injury, but its energy was spent. It just hung limp in his arms.

Now, it all made sense. That crazy, mangy deer was a mother. She perceived a threat to her baby even though the dogs and I had no idea it was there. Trying to protect her baby, she nearly killed one of our fur babies. And I chased her off while throwing shoes at her.

My heart sank when the realization hit me. Talk about conflicting emotions! As a new mom, I totally get the protective instinct. Yet, I love the dog and am frightened of the deer and angry at the damage and pain it inflicted.

Anyway, we had not seen the mother since she stomped our dog, and here we had this weak, pathetic little baby. What to do? We called the police so they could take it to a wildlife rehabilitation center. However, after a half hour and no officer, we called a 24-hour vet to find out what we should do. The person who answered the phone said the rehab center was closed and the police would just shoot the fawn. She also gave me a website to look at: fawncare.com. My sister also sent a website about taking care of orphaned deer.

I quickly called the police back and told them to cancel the dispatch. I was going to take care of the fawn and get it to the rehab center in the morning. Then I went to work trying to figure out what to do.

Mr. Honey and I discovered the little fawn had no umbilical cord which meant it was older than two days, but younger than a week due to its development and inability to walk/run well. The fawn was also dehydrated but not severely so, according to the state of its fat pads above its eyes.

Apparently the mother moved her little boy to our backyard after he was born. The websites said she may return even up to three days later; the best thing to do was to provide shelter so it was not exposed to the elements, and leave it near where it was found.

The fawn was quietly resting on top of a blanket in a box, so I scooped up everything and took it out where we found the little one. Gently I tipped the box to the side and slid the blanket and deer down so it rested on the new bottom of the box. I left the flaps open so it could walk out if its mom came. Because it wasn’t moving at all, I figured (hoped) it wouldn’t go anywhere on its own. After saying a prayer for it, I returned to the house.

At one o’clock in the morning, the fawn was still there. At five o’clock in the morning, it was gone. Did his mother return? Did he wander off? I will never know. I do know that if God cares about what happens to birds, then He most certainly cares about deer…and our dog.

26 “Look at the birds. They don’t plant, harvest, or gather the harvest into barns. Yet, your heavenly Father feeds them. Aren’t you worth more than they? Matthew 6:26 GOD’S WORD Translation (GW)

 

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Recipe: Vegan Buckwheat Pancakes

As we have tried to go more natural in our eating and living habits, we have been experimenting more with the ingredients in our food. In our quest to add variety to the grains we eat, we bought a grain mill and several different organic whole grains like einkorn, emmer, barley, and buckwheat. It has been an adventure to substitute the grains for traditional wheat flours in recipes. Sometimes we experience success and sometimes not.

One success I am quite proud of is my vegan buckwheat pancake recipe. I knew people made pancakes with buckwheat but I didn’t realize how tasty they are until I had some. Yum, yum, yum! We first used a traditional recipe that called for eggs, milk, and whole wheat flour. The flavor was good but they were spongy, a little too spongy for my preference. Plus, since I’m trying to eat a diet that excludes dairy and eggs, I knew I needed a recipe that left those ingredients out. So I created my own.

In my recipe, I decided to use unbleached white flour to lighten up the pancakes a bit. It works nicely, but soon I plan to try a lighter whole grain flour like barley and see how it turns out. Another note, I use mostly organic ingredients. Here is the recipe that is working for me right now:

Vegan Buckwheat Pancakes

1/2 c buckwheat flour
1/2 c unbleached white flour
1 T light brown sugar, packed
1 T black chia seeds
2 t non-aluminum baking powder, heaping
2 t egg replacer powder

Mix dry ingredients and then add:
1-1 1/4 c light almond milk
1 T grape seed oil

Stir until  you have a moist batter. Then pour batter by about 1/3 or 1/4 cup into a hot skillet. Flip when you see bubbles coming to the surface and the edges of the pancake are no longer shiny.

Pancakes are traditionally topped with a butter-like spread and maple syrup. Though that is delicious, my favorite way to eat pancakes is with a thin coating of a nut or seed butter and unsweetened applesauce. Or, make a fruit/berry sauce to top the cakes. That’s also really good.

I’m still looking for other things to make with buckwheat, so if you have any ideas, let me know.

Happy Teacher Appreciation Week! (May 5-9, 2014)

One of my favorite teachers of all time was Mr. Hickerson. He was my sixth-grade teacher, and he was tough. He loved math; I hated math. He loved science; I hated science. You know how it goes.

It would seem that having a teacher who enjoyed subjects that I loathed would be problematic. However, what I haven’t mentioned is that he had a heart for students and a passion for teaching.

Every morning before class began, he would do “fast math” with the students who were there early. His “fast math” consisted of rattling off equations and then pointing to a student for a solution. Imagine your teacher saying this equation quickly and then pointing at you for an immediate answer: 3×70/10+12-17+4. It may seem simple enough, but for someone who still uses tick marks and fingers to count on occasion and who was painfully shy at the time, it was torture.

Whenever Mr. Hickerson would point at me, I would feel my throat constrict, the tears well up in my eyes, and my face flush as my mind went blank. It was so embarrassing. But as I mentioned, he had a heart for students.

Mr. Hickerson recognized that I was stuck, but he refused to let it go. Though he continued to point at me in the mornings (just like he pointed at everyone else for an answer), he would conduct informal “fast math” sessions with me while I waited in line or at recess or even at lunch. Gradually, I began to catch on and to gain confidence.

Eventually, I was able to answer when he pointed at me during morning “fast math” sessions. I didn’t always have the right answer or any answer at all, but I sure beamed when I gave a correct answer. I like to think he also took some pride in my success.

A good teacher sure leaves a lasting impression. Here it is years and years later, but I still remember his kindness and tenacity. Thank you, Mr. Hickerson, wherever you are. You made a difference in my life, and I sure appreciate the time, effort, and attention you gave to help me grow.

Next week, the first full week in May, is Teacher Appreciation Week; and Tuesday is set aside as Teacher Appreciation Day. Please take a moment next week to recognize a special teacher and his/her efforts. Teaching is a tough profession and often educators don’t get the credit they are due.

If you are looking for some fun crafting ideas that will get your kids excited to share their love for each and every teacher, check out these sites for creative inspiration:

Little Passports Pinterest Board
Mackin Educational Resources Pinterest Board
Teacher Appreciation Crafting Guide

And if you are wildly impressed by your child’s instructor, why not give a subscription to Little Passports for the classroom? You could even get a group of other parents at school to pitch in on the subscription to make it very reasonable. A classroom subscription is the perfect way to give your favorite teacher a new way to share fun facts about the USA and the rest of our world with students.

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