|Worried, concerned, whatever you choose to call it
||[Jul. 12th, 2003|08:42 pm]
I'm worried about the fawn my mother saw crossing the road near the wildlife center. When I came to the car she said that the little spotted deer had come up the embankment, slipped on the road, got up again and ran to where a dried-up lake was. Then he/she disappeared. I'm worried that something happened to the fawn's mother and that's why he/she was wandering around, but I know that in cases like these the mother is usually somewhere close by. That doesn't keep me from worrying, though...and the shrike with the broken leg...well, I hope they're both okay.
Again I'm contemplating the horrors of Highway 25. We saw a hawk the other day in the middle of the road, obviously dead, and when we passed through again the hawk was gone. I wonder what happened, and if there's another hawk out there that will die of grief, or a nestful of much younger hawks that will die of starvation. These things that I fear sometimes...I hope none of them will come true.
On a lighter note, I've been experimenting with different LJ fonts. It's a lotof fun (yeah, I know I'm weird).