Kat Dancing

So we spent most of the last two days tracking down our dumped tame fawn. I still can't believe that - taming wildlife is *not* cute, it is tacky and cruel, and getting bored with them and dumping them on other people afterwards doubly so. To his credit, it was *not* our ex-employee who tamed the poor thing, but a friend of his who dumped it on *him*, but the end result is the same: we have a deer, two months from deer season, who comes up and rubs her head on peoples' legs.

I'm not even sure we're doing the right thing. We've found some folks who'll take her for a petting zoo, but... it might be kinder just to shoot her. We may just be cowardly. I'm thinking that more today because it was me that caught her in the end. She trusted me. But from the way she kicked and fought and moaned when we had her caught, I'm not so sure she'll like being penned for the rest of her life... on the other hand, she's in the feed bin just now, and she seems calm enough. Maybe it'll be all right. I don't know.

Went to see Signs last night. It was all right; definately medeocre, but not a *complete* waste of my money. It wasn't scary (which is good, as I hate scary movies), it wasn't funny, it wasn't meaningful. It just sort of *was*. Okay, it was a little scary, and a little funny; the two guys with me kept breaking out into inappropriate laughter. But overall a very bland movie.

We did have a lost cow who didn't show up for two milkings, but we found her. This begs the question: how does one *loose* eight hundred pounds of bovine? (And further begs the question, how does eight hundred pounds of bovine manage to loose *herself* in a few square acres of brush and run around without food or water for nearly a day without managing to find either her herdmates or the young stock - but only she can answer that question. The idiot.)