Wonder Year: A journey to find enchantment every day
366 Wonder Days Shared in 2020 — Now you can join me!
That ends up dying anyway. What is that instinct that doesn’t want it to die? The one that has you search for worms to smash and feed it? Knowing you may not save the bird, after you found it in the cat’s mouth. What is that thing that keeps brining you back, even with the chance your efforts might fail?
I wonder what they feel while peering outside. Squirrels running across the driveway. Birds flying by. Wind whipping the flowers.
Meet Shiloh.
Sent me into a panic today, and to the Vet’s again. I wondered what had happened, how it got so big. In my gut, I felt the bandage was cutting off her circulation, so I cut it off. We drove away immediately. Later, I learned I was right. She is back in the cone, a new one. Moral, trust your gut. Could save a dog’s life (paw).
The last couple weeks has been a lot with what is happening in the world. Today, taking a moment to cool off with Shiloh.
When they do something cute (and dangerous?) like this.
Today, I witnessed the teeny tiniest baby turtle in a pond we sometimes pass on one of our family walks. We are trying to hit 600 miles by August. Today marks 88.5 miles for me — accumulated over the past 17 days. Never in my strangest dreams would I think I’d do this while in quarantine. But the wonder of what we cannot plan…am I right?
If you saw a previous post, you know we like to name little special stopping spots on our walks. This one is home to many turtles. And the brightest tiniest green one was about the size of an Oreo. Bobbing up for air, paddling to stay afloat. Right out of Finding Nemo! So stinking cute. I didn’t catch a photo, but here is the pond!
My mom called me today, crying, in the backyard. Our tiny horse, Skittles, was on the ground. He could no longer walk. It was something neurological as he was eating fine, but panicked as he looked at his legs that would not move. I so wished I was there. She told me the vet was on his way over.
When she called me again, I could tell by her face he was gone. He would never be able to walk again and was too old for surgery — about age 33 my mom thinks. I cried, with her and my sisters, as I stirred spiral Mac and Cheese on the stovetop.
I began looking at photos of him and wanted to share some here tonight. He was the sweetest, sturdiest little horse. He will be so very missed. Bennett loved him, too.
How do worms get their wiggle?
Wonder Year: A journey to find enchantment every day 