the old mother deer with the broken nose, who i call Bekky, has come
back again after several weeks absence and is now nesting in her
birth spot under the bedroom window.
i think she has a fawn nearby, last 2 fawns she would leave in that
spot. so perhaps i will see another soon.
it is sad now because she is getting frail, her fur is
getting "threadbare" and has a transparent look, and the sun
yesterday seemed to shine right through it..
she is getting slow now and limps a bit...
how long will she last when the house is torn down and her hiding
place is scraped away under a bulldozer?
she was born in that spot and has returned every year to birth her
in the end it is not myself i weep for, but these innocent creatures
who came to trust in this sanctuary.
they will not survive the fall of Holly Hill.
it was a blessing and a holy gift to have this refuge and these
creatures given into my care for so long.
i will never see another place or time to compare to what has grown
here over the years.
so begins my last summer at Holly Hill.