Things that make me smile

     LITTLE BABY ANIMALS...to be more specific fawns. 

                                              

I love love love little animals..its an obsession really. When I was little I would bring home all sorts of stray animals.  My neighbor had a lot of chickens and an incubator. I would go over when the chicks were about to hatch and watch. I wanted one of those little chicks soooo bad but they never gave me one. (jerks) So I had to take matters into my own hands. I would take the eggs out of the fridge use my clothes to make a little nest plop the egg in the middle of the "nest" and sit them under the lizard cage (I thought this would make them warm..because of he heat lamp) I really thought it would work. My mom didnt tell me that the eggs we had were completely different from the eggs the neighbors had. I must have tried at least a dozen times. My mom got pretty mad I wasted so many eggs.

 My grandparents live on a farm and have 3 horses, a slew of dogs, a barn cat..and I think an indoor cat...So I am in heaven anytime I am there. While visiting one spring (age 12 maybe) I was wondering around the property looking for animal tracks.(its a weird little thing I like to do when I am in the woods or outside at all) Their neighbors were outside and called me over. They asked if I wanted to do something cool. Well DUH I wanted to do something cool...what kind of a question was that!? The man went inside for a second and came out carrying a little fawn. I think I squealed with excitement. He sat it in my lap and handed me a big bottle. IT.WAS.AWESOME! I asked them if they were going to keep it forever. (of course I did haha) Well I was shocked when they told me that they were only keeping it for a few weeks. They informed me that the mom had died...by the husband shooting her! I was disgusted, but I didnt dare say anything about him killing little bambi's mommy...in fear they would take little bambi out of my arms and make me leave. I was crushed to find out I would not be able to come back and see my new friend. On the walk back to my grandmas I was coming up with a game plan to get bambi and make her mine forever. I had worked up some good tears thinking about how she didnt have a mommy..I would work off that..I got inside...eyes full of tears. "MOM!!! They killed its mommy." naturally she asked what I was talking about. I told her about how I got to feed it and how sweet and cute it was. My mom used to these shenanigans by now knew what was coming. She started to say no before I was even finished. I powered through though the constant NOs. I HAD to get to my main point...the "convincer"... "But mom! It needs a mommy, and I can be that. I will take good care of it I promise!!!! just come and see it!" She went to go and see it, which only got my hopes up. I thought that if she was going to see it, that must mean she was thinking about keeping it. HA. Sadly I did not get the deer, but my mom had a great time feeding it. I knew it was a crazy thought. There was no way I could have a pet deer..but this has been an issue my entire life. I am a dreamer. I cant help it. I always think about these crazy unrealistic scenarios.. I dont care that they wont happen though, its fun to think of magical wonderful things. Its a blessing and a curse.

I love this..and I want it. 

I look forward to the zoo my home is sure to be. :)