My dad and brother have been over at the house the past two days working on the roof and we are finally almost done!! Here is a picture of my broha and his awesome dirt line:
Mostly, this post is not about roofing, or remodeling, or even making anything pretty. It's more of a glory post about my husbee.
My Honeypie and I worked on the lower part of the roof until we ran out of shingles. We started driving to his parent's house two miles down the road (virilocal) and saw three cute little fawns running around in the dirt road. I said, "Oh, Hello!" because I talk to woodland creatures and farm animals like they understand me. Butterflies included. It's kind of a bad habit. There were barbed wire fences on either side of the road, but the fawns were too small to jump over them. One fawn succeeded in jumping safely through the wires on the south side of the road while fawn number two continued to run up ahead and the third tried to copy fawn number one on the north side of the road.
Fawn number three jumped successfully through the wires.
Except it kicked back and got it's hoof stuck.
Then it cried out like a little baby. Seriously. I thought there was a child nearby. Turns out baby deer make the same sounds as baby human. Except louder. I almost gagged. It was so sad! I was already grabbing my phone (for pictures) and opening my door while My Honeypie was putting the car in park in the middle of the road (hey, it's Missouri) and I was going to tell him he had to help it, but I think that was his intention because he kept saying, "I'll get it". So I kept quiet.
[caption id="attachment_260" align="aligncenter" width="225" caption="My Honeypie to the rescue!"][/caption]
[caption id="attachment_254" align="aligncenter" width="225" caption="Trying to unstick the poor fawn"][/caption]
No, I didn't make My Honeypie move just so I could get a good picture--he's climbing over the fence in this picture--because as buff as he--is he couldn't pull the barbed wire apart. Or he didn't want to get poked. I don't really know.
[caption id="attachment_251" align="aligncenter" width="225" caption="Proof. "][/caption]
Then mama deer showed up and I said, "Oh cr*p!" I have this unnatural fear of wild animal mamas and their babies. I envision them all as a mother Grizzly with her cubs. Then I turned and saw a big brown cow under a tree across the road that I mistook for a moose and I really thought I might die right there. Anyway, My Honeypie said of mama deer, "I'm afraid she might charge me" which made my heart beat even faster and he kind of stood near fawn number three while we looked at mama deer. Then she ran off with fawn number two.
[caption id="attachment_250" align="aligncenter" width="225" caption="You can see her...kind of...she's running away and blending in with the grass"][/caption]
I like to think I have some good qualities as a wife and one of them is multitasking; so I kept an eye on mama-could-turn-grizzly-deer and kept snapping pictures of the rescue.
[caption id="attachment_249" align="aligncenter" width="225" caption="I think My Honeypie is watching mama deer in this pic"][/caption]
[caption id="attachment_248" align="aligncenter" width="225" caption="Hello deer!"][/caption]
[caption id="attachment_247" align="aligncenter" width="225" caption="please don't bite?"][/caption]
[caption id="attachment_246" align="aligncenter" width="225" caption="baby deer was crying the whole time"][/caption]
[caption id="attachment_245" align="aligncenter" width="225" caption="He had to pick it up"][/caption]
As soon as he got the little thing to the above position it kicked itself free--sadly I did not get a picture. I was too busy freaking out and asking My Honeypie if he was okay and scanning the field for mama deer. Fawn number three ran off just fine without any outward signs of injury. Yay! Free the wild things!