Remember that young deer I rallied to save from my dogs a couple weeks ago? Well....we hadn't seen hide nor hair of him since the tramatic event and just this morning I thought to myself that he probably just collapsed and died in the woods. We had suspected it was Honey's fawn who Tom has affectionately called Spark Plug because he was always zipping around in our back yard. His Mom has been in everyday without him, (who by the way also still has scars from the time she got caught in the corral and banged against the fence one too many times before allowing our help in getting her out the gate).

AND sure enough --- this morning Spark Plug came in with his Mom, Honey. Unmistakable scars from that day, including a scab below his eye and around his mouth. Other than that, he looked great. Now Mom and baby have matching battle wounds -- and I pray they will stay out of the corral from now on. I have resorted to putting Sammy on a leash when I feed the horses til I know for sure there are no deer in the corral....

Seeing Spark Plug, healthy and well sure made that horrible experience worth every minute.