Baby Deer Full of Poo

JackJack again.

EDIT: I took this yesterday and sent it here. Last night was a bit of a screwup. I came home from Newton and brought Jack in the house like always. I was awakened late that night when my parents finally got home and noticed the box was missing. Apparently my dad thought that we'd be leaving him out last night. Oh well, no big deal, or so I thought. This morning Jack made his displeasure at being inside abundantly clear. At the end of it all, we had a Baby Deer Full of Poo (jack's nickname) a baby deer crate full of poo (and wet newspaper), a cardboard box full of poo, a daddy full of poo, and worst of all, daddy's truck full of poo. I think that Jack's first name was more appropriate even though he will not always be a Baby Deer Full of Poo. He was very angry with me this morning and very angry with dad too. But he is going to have to stay outside tonight because he has to get used to it sometime, and also we have run out of newspaper. An angry deer, even if it is a baby, is nothing to trifle with. My hand is very sore where he kicked it, sharp little hooves and strong little legs hurt!

Young Blue Eyes

Jack's eyes are still blue... it is really odd for a fawn to have eyes this color and I'm wondering if I should have named him Frank instead. Or maybe rain. Ah well, too late now. He is just starting to look up when I say JackJack and I don't want to confuse him. Last night we tried out the harness and leash. I think he was more confused that I was letting him walk around the house than he was by the strange harness thing. I guess it will be easier when he gets a bit bigger. I think the harness I bought is a little to large for him but he is growing so fast. He is a whole head taller than he was in the last picture. He is very affectionate now too... Hooray for imprinting!

Jack in the Box

The fawn has a name! After nearly a week of debate, I have decided to name him Jack after his grandsire. Jumpin' Jack Flash got his name when he was about the same age as the young fellow I have now. My younger brother and I were watching tv after school and the fawn was in a rather tall box in the same room. When my mother came downstairs she found the fawn laying behind us watching tv. He'd jumped out of the box without us even hearing him. Well this little fellow is exactly like his grandad. He isn't happy unless he can see what is going on and has jumped out of his box several times in the last few days. He also has the habit of popping his head out of the box when he hears me come in the room. So my new little fawn is Jack in the Box. He has at least doubled in size or at least it seems like it. He eats and eats and craps and craps and that is about all he does... ah well