tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264112932434493037.post4188741489878585510..comments2023-10-16T06:31:16.560-05:00Comments on Artists & Crafters Supply Community: Collecting NobodiesBettyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09152044325037231703noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264112932434493037.post-43812994408313111102011-06-13T07:14:03.340-05:002011-06-13T07:14:03.340-05:00I first began to collect nobodies after reading Th...I first began to collect nobodies after reading The Cat Who Said Cheese and have since inserted a lot of love and happiness into my own life through watching my little collection grow. It has even extended to non human nobodies with the discovery late last summer of a kind old farmer and a wonderful little horse who looked past the breed boundary and took in a small fawn whose mother had been killed by a speeding car near my home. It was I who had found the mother deer laying lifeless and knowing she had recently had a fawn, set out through the forest the next afternoon to see if I could find the little one and give it a bottle feeding. Imagine my shock when I reached the back of the wood where it bordered onto a small farm holding and saw a quaint little foaling stall and, upon closer inspection an aged, slump shouldered mare standing quietly in the sun whilst the small fawn I had been searching for suckled hungrily below her. So shocked was I by this sight I searched out the farmer to ask the story behind it all. He laughed and told me he had found the foal near his home that morning and had concieved to try to get some milk from his old mare who had lost her foal at birth just two days prior. The little fawn had apparently come along for the walk, no doubt sensing the kindness in the heart of this man and had followed him right into the large pen where the mare was kept. The young fawn had stood calmly in the face of this animal that outweighed it by a staggering 900 pounds and bleated pitifully at her. According to the farmerm this kind little mare had submitted the fawn to a thourough sniffing and bath and then simply sidled over to allow it to drink. I watched the odd pairing all through the fall months as the young baby grew strong with the plentiful supply of mares milk. as these things do, the fawn grew up and moved off, the mare was moved to a warm barn for the winter months and my visits ceased, but I shall never forget the kindness of the small time farmer who saved the life of a small fawn simply because it was "the right the to be doing"Erich Blaydehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07673158902209725289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264112932434493037.post-5251147601896946812009-05-15T05:54:00.000-05:002009-05-15T05:54:00.000-05:00I adore this entry. I'm going to start collecting ...I adore this entry. I'm going to start collecting these now.Char / Stitchary!https://www.blogger.com/profile/15226920395500889512noreply@blogger.com