We received over four inches of rain this week…most of it in a three-hour downpour on already saturated ground. I went out to check the creek along the back of the property when I heard the plaintive cry of a baby animal. I followed the sound till I got to the bend in the creek, and there…tangled in the thicket was a tiny fawn teetering on the edge of the raging water overflowing the banks. The hedgerow is woven tight at this time of year, and the only way I could get to the baby was to belly crawl under the lowest branches. As soon as I started talking sweetly to the little fawn, she wobbled over to me and managed to get through the branches, calling out for help the whole way. When she got close enough to me, I picked her up and carried her to the pole building and wrapped her in an old towel. I gave her a once-over and didn’t see any injuries. She was so new, she still had the umbilical cord attached. I pulled up a chair and sat there for about thirty minutes till she warmed up and fell asleep on my lap. Finally, the rain let up, and I took her out to the huge forsythia and tucked her under the branches out of the rain. When I went out an hour or so later to check on her, Mama had come back to get her, and she was gone.
Always take the time to protect “the least of these.” God’s watching…always.
