Good morning everyone!
Darwin found his mind this morning, which was a relief. There is some debate between the three of us as to whether he found it for a little bit last night, too, but the consensus vote (2 to 0, with Kayla abstaining) is that he was just tired. What caused him to find his mind? Two deer at the end of the court.
We let the dogs out every morning and let them back in once the barking gets to the point we can’t stand it any more. Today they were particularly vocal, so Mark looked out the door while he was letting them in. There was a small baby buck standing at the edge of the woods at the court that our house overlooks. Of course, once the buck heard our dogs barking, he instantly froze, which only made them bark more. We got the dogs in, and Mark and I watched from inside the house, while Kayla went outside to watch. As soon as they were inside, he started to move, but he kept looking back at the water. I wondered if another dog was barking somewhere, but the answer was much more natural than that – his mother came from the lake up to him, led him caty-corner across the court, and then took him back into the woods. Now, how do I know that this caused Darwin to find his mind? Ever since then, he has periodically stopped at the back door, looking out to see if he can still see the deer. Ergo, Darwin’s mind has made at least a brief reappearance! I am pleased to know the deer are still with us; these are the first we have seen for a couple of years from our house.
I went to pick Kayla up from dance yesterday (it was the first lesson of the year), and was greeted by a crowd of people leaving the studio. Kayla’s friend, Rebecca, rushed up to me and said, “Your daughter caught a lizard and she still has it!” I said hello to Rebecca and her mother, but ignored the lizard comment since I knew my daughter knew better than to try to bring a lizard home with her.
I was wrong.
She greeted me at the door of the studio with something wrapped in a small piece of paper and told me that she had caught a lizard and the dance teacher had told her she could keep it. I told her there was no way a lizard was coming into the house, and made her let it go. It was such a small lizard that at first I thought it was a cricket, but a baby black lizard it was. She wasn’t too happy about it, but I told her that I didn’t “do” lizards, and only allowed certain mammals as a pet. (Sorry, Stella! I know you love your iguana Zorro.)
Kayla told me that the lizard was a mammal, but even she knew that wasn’t right. I reminded her that it was a reptile. She thought for a moment, then said, “Well, I’ll cover it in fur and then it will be a mammal!” Between you and me, I think the lizard is better off in the wild.
Have a great day everyone!
Nancy
FN. My friend, Stella DeLeuze, owns an iguana whom she has named Zorro. She writes a blog which contains interesting writing tips as well as stories about her trials and tribulations with Zorro. If you are interested, look up her site at http://wordsbystelladeleuze.blogspot.com





