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Magic and Miracles

Action Painting in Mexico

March 11-18 2017

Jerry Ann Fenter…Instructor and Guide

I’m excited to be offering another art experience in Mexico! This year’s workshop is again located in Melaque, Mexico. Melaque is a beautiful small town in the state of Jalisco on the west coast of Mexico. The class will be held at La Paloma Resort in Melaque right on the water. This year we will focus on some loose, experimental and fun types of drawing and painting that will help you capture the joy and energy of Mexico itself, its colors, its texture and its magic. It will help you to let go, free yourself from any self-consciousness and create your own special kind of art. I will be working alongside all of you as your teacher, your coach and your fellow experimenter. This class is for all levels of experience. Don’t worry if you haven’t done art in years or ever for that matter. I keep the class small.  This year we will be able to get most supplies (paper and paints) in Mexico.  I’ll send suggestions of anything else you might want to bring with you closer to March.

This year we will again be in Melaque during St. Patrick’s Day. There is celebration in town on that day that we can be a part of! The cost of the workshop is $475. (Not including airfare). Housing for the week will be arranged through La Paloma Resort www.lapalomamexico.com/. It will be up to each student to contact Kyla in the office to pay for your stay and choose your room. Mention you are coming for my workshop and you will get a discount. Travel, Art and Great Company plus plenty of time to relax! It’s a promise. You can find my work and my blog at www.jerryfenter.com.

To sign up for the workshop please fill out and send this form and a check for $475 made out to Jerry Ann Fenter. My address is 26 Frontier Road, Appleton, WA. 98602. Questions? Call me at 509-365-5119. My e-mail is fenter@gorge.net. The class will be limited in size so sign up now.



Way Back in the Woods


It’s been so long since I posted. I’ve been painting instead of writing. Got into a semi-abstract painting phase and I love it. I have an interesting show in Baker City, Oregon right now at the Short Term Gallery. Baker City is a small town with lots of art and truly creative people. Since I got home from the opening of the show I’ve been reading, walking my dog Cody, wrangling cats and doing a lot of thinking.
I like having a break. I’ve lived in the woods for a long time and am used to being alone. Timber Valley is totally different from Portland, Seattle, The Dalles or Hood River. Sometimes it can seem really lonely when you are fourteen miles up from the Columbia River Gorge and you aren’t a windsurfer, kayaker or fisherman.  The woods and mountain are beautiful.  Lots of places to hike and hang out on the Klickitat River or the Columbia. But if we want to go out for breakfast, lunch or dinner it involvesmaking a plan“. There are no meals to buy within walking distance. The closest actual business  is the Appleton Post Office…with an outhouse and a tiny woodstove. Even it is only open four half-days per week.  There is no Starbucks or even a Taco Bell (my favorite) in Timber Valley.  It’s a 50 minute drive to get to the nearest place to have a meal out.  When we moved up here from Portland years ago I’m sure some of our friends thought we had disappeared into the wild. We are out of sight, unreachable by car especially in the winter, invisible, gone but not forgotten. Everyone is busy.  I know.  I don’t often leave home for Portland to visit either.  Our lives are too fast and complicated even though we would like to keep in touch with everyone. Living this far away from civilization is even harder when you have the curse of slow dial up on your computer.  Because of that most of my life is off line. I know that not being “connected” is unheard of these days.  I have totally accepted it. I try to keep up with what everyone is doing. Believe it our not I am on Facebook. I am on S- L- O- W  Facebook.  For me to write a simple post it takes at least ten times longer than anyone else. The computer keeps timing out. Often it freezes. Any unwanted advertising, or “Like this Page” notifications get so complicated that my computer will sit forever before it downloads anything and usually will just turn off. I’m “timed out”. I must “refresh”. I spend most of my on-line time just waiting for something to happen. But I love to see what my friends are doing…they are so amazing.  I’m beginning to accept the wait just for the news.  Sometimes I feel weird putting my life into short posts for everyone in the universe to read…or  not read but just respond. Facebook sometimes makes me sad for the silliest reasons.  I don’t have a better connection. I don’t have more online friends (I guess over 200 isn’t enough for me).   I don’t get enough likes. Am I crazy? I never know what to post. I have some odd interests that don’t seem to be anything most people want to chat about or share. I guess I’ll have to learn patience, wait, and accept my own slow cyberspace or perhaps get up out of my chair and take a hike!
Bear Wakes Up (acrylic on canvas) 14 x18 175.00
It is bear season in Timber Valley. It’s always bear season in Timber Valley but this year there are more than usual. They have been clearcutting lots of the properties on SDS lands. Log trucks, chain saws, mud and old found tires litter the roads. Think beautiful Doug Firs, tall and elegant, ripped down, cut and stacked on now barren properties. Much land that used to be green and lush is now brown. The lupine is gone, the vetch is gone and all of the ground cover is gone. The animals are all confused. They have to move into new territory, rebuild nests, hives and other homes. Logging companies leave enough green to make it seem “not so bad”. They re-plant baby trees…usually pine instead of Doug Fir…and line many of them up near the highway hoping no one will notice how many are missing. This year our favorite pond, Disappearing Pond, has been so disrupted we only have one nesting pair of ducks and only three ducklings there.  More bears are around this spring. Mother bears and baby bears. Bears up trees and bears climbing up phone poles are seen early in the morning. I haven’t seen our usual bear who steals our crabapples yet. Who knows where he is hanging out now? Maybe he’s thinking of moving to Portland or Seattle.
I’m going to post a couple of my new acrylic pieces for anyone that wants to see them. Remember these are at Short Term Gallery in Baker City if you want to buy one. Hope you “like” this post. I don’t get lots of hits on my website but it is certainly a good place for me to ramble.

Painting in Paradise



I’m so proud to be offering another wonderful painting workshop in Mexico. This year we will focus on nature, flowers, plants, color and the wonders that you will find in Melaque, Mexico. Melaque is a beautiful small town on the west coast of Mexico. It is a magical place and alive with color, excitement, texture and inspiration for artists of all levels. The workshop will be held at the beautiful La Paloma Resort right on the water. I’ve been painting for over 30 years and will be there alongside you both inside and outside the studio as your teacher and coach. For those of you who are beginning…don’t fear. I keep the size of the class small and will work with you at your own level. For both beginning and experienced students I try to focus on bringing a touch of Mexico into your work. This year we will be in Melaque during St. Patrick’s Day. There is a lot of celebration in the town on that day that we can be a part of! The cost of the workshop is $600. (Not including airfare). Housing for the week will be arranged through La Paloma Resort www.lapalomamexico.com/. It will be up to each student to contact Kyla in the office to pay for your stay and choose your room. Mention you are coming for my workshop and you will get a discount. Travel, Art and Great Company plus plenty of time to relax! It’s a promise.
To sign up for the workshop please fill out and send this form and a check for $600 made out to Jerry Ann Fenter. My address is 26 Frontier Road, Appleton, WA. 98602. Questions? Call me at 509-365-5119. My e-mail is fenter@gorge.net. The class will be limited in size so sign up now.

(Photo at the top of the page was taken last year during the workshop at the Flower Market in Melaque.)

Black Bear

Late Summer in Timber Valley

It’s the third week of August. Summer has almost come to an end. It is hot here. It has been hot all summer. Smoke hangs in the air. Fires are burning up my mountain. I drive up to my mailbox where I can always see Mt. Adams. All I see is drifting dark clouds. The mountain is gone. I look for it.

Around the cabin it is very quiet. Hornets have taken over the hummingbird feeders. No hummingbirds come to drink. Deer rest near the shade in the back field. A doe and her two fawns don’t move when I go outside on the deck. Back in my studio I watch them through the window. If the doe leaves the fawns for a short rest, the two of them make a strange sound…somewhere between a bark and a cry. She returns. On occasion the babies nibble on a Hermiston melon that I put out for them near the drinking water. The mother lets them eat. She watches.

The crabapple tree is dripping with fruit. It’s been two years since there have been apples on it. It stopped fruiting after a black bear climbed up the tree and put her arms around it pulling all of the ripe fruit to her mouth. Hugging the branches to her body she fell backwards, mouth full. She pulled down half of the tree. Full and happy she ran from the field.

Two years have passed and the fruit is back. I will watch for her return.

I’m happy. I’m back in my studio painting. I’m working on a series of nature paintings and prints. I am selling my work at Art on Oak in Hood River, the Lawrence Gallery in Sheridan and the Attic Gallery in Portland. If you are interested in my work contact me at fenter@gorge.net.

Black Bear by Jerry Fenter framed, 22″ x 17″. $115.00 (plus shipping)

The Season for Sundance

First Stop

First Stop

I had a phone call last fall from a good friend, Sue Martin, an excellent artist from Salt Lake City.  I had been down with a shoulder injury, not writing, not painting and trying to endure the usual Timber Valley cabin fever.  All she had to say was “It’s time for us to go to Sundance again.” I didn’t even have to think. I got a plane ticket to Salt Lake, bought a furry warm coat for Park City and left for the Sundance Film Festival 2013.

Park City, Utah

Park City, Utah

Wow.  I am one of the world’s greatest film lovers.  I can say this with certainty. I remember coming out of the first movie I ever saw “on my own”.  I had seen “Invasion of the Body Snatchers” at the old Hollywood Theatre in Portland, Oregon. When I came out of the theater still lost in make-believe and the magic of film I was convinced that EVERYONE was one of the “pod people” I’d seen in the movie.  I ran home a little scared but so happy and amazed that I could become almost part of the story I’d seen.  I loved the feeling of being somewhere else. Movies have everything that can pull me out of myself and into other worlds.

So I’m just back from Sundance.  Sue and I had a great time fitting in nine movies, lots of galleries, great food while fighting a weather inversion that left Salt Lake in cold icy smog.  But up at Park City, high in the mountains, we were above the bad air and into the snow and sun.  Beautiful landscapes, beautiful people and a world that was full of the excitement of directors, writers, actors and movie lovers.  I LOVED it. Sue and I had made lists of the movies we wanted to see.  After comparing them we picked ten that we both agreed on.  We saw two premieres.


Alexander Skarsgard

Alexander Skarsgard

“The East” was one of my favorites starring Brit Marling and Alexander Skarsgard (of True Blood fame).  Eco-terrorism, elite operatives and Alexander Skarsgard made for a tense few hours of great film.  “The Way Way Back” with Steve Carell, Toni Collette and Sam Rockwell was a twist on the “coming of age” story that made you laugh and cry at the same time.  One of the “Spotlight” films we saw was a British dark dark comedy called “Sightseers”.  About two lovers, running away from a horrible mother take a “caravan” (travel trailer) around England.  Things happen.  That’s all I can say. “Cutie and the Boxer” was a movie about art…but more about relationships.  The two artists from the film were there to answer questions after.  They also did a demonstration of their art after the film near the theatre. Zachary Heinzerling, director, won the Directing award for U.S. Documentary in the 2013 Sundance Awards.

I was in heaven at the Tower Theater in Salt Lake.

Line at the Tower

Line at the Tower

“The Whole World is Wild at Heart and Weird on Top.”

                    —David Lynch

I was back in Timber Valley for a week when Ron and I went to see “Django Unchained”, last year’s Quentin Tarantino movie.  It was a kind of spaghetti western/Civil Rights movie so well directed by Tarantino that we were both excited and impressed.  This movie was powerful and unflinching in showing slavery and bigotry in a way we’ve never been able to read or hear about.  Sometimes darkly humorous sometimes violent, it made me proud of Tarantino for being brave enough to approach the subject so directly and unflinchingly.  Movies have power.  Art has power. Don’t ever stop making movies Quentin.

If you haven’t seen the old 1988 movie “Mississippi Burning” with Gene Hackman and Willem Dafoe about the slaying of three civil-rights workers in 1964 you need to stream it or rent it before seeing “Django”.

I also discovered an exciting gallery in Park City called Coda Gallery. www.codagallery.com  I saw some great paintings but fell in love with the work of John Erickson.  Page Juliano was nice enough to take time to show me some of his other work. I also liked the work of Kim Brown, a ceramic sculptor showing at the gallery. I was impressed.  Coda has beautiful work, a perfect setting and a great person to show you the art.  It also has a nice balance of painting, sculpture, color with a touch of humor that will keep me coming back.


"Breey Day" by Jerry Fenter

“Breey Day” by Jerry Fenter


Did you like Beyonce’s Zumba Workout at the Super Bowl?  How about those Ravens?

Remember the stock market is up, the country is in recovery, Obama is president, maybe Hillary Clinton will run in four years.  Be optimistic.  Buy art!!



I’ve been curled up in front of our giant TV (Thanks again, Bill) watching movies and old re-runs of Law and Order Criminal intent.  With Cody by my side and the kitties coming and going, I’ve been sitting, wrapped in a quilt in my big…and I mean BIG…chair near the fireplace for about two months now. No, I’m not painting or drawing or doing any important writing. I’m confused but accepting. (By the way did you know you can watch any episode of any Law and Order and still be surprised by the ending). It’s the truth.


Some of you know it’s been a rough few months for us. Ron’s mom, Patty,  passed on a few weeks ago and my mom is now on the Hospice program at St. Anthony Village. Things seem to be ending all around me. So I guess I’m quietly waiting for what’s next.

I’m sure I fit all of the classic symptoms of “Cabin Fever”. I’ve looked them up and added my own symptoms to the list.

1. Excessive sleeping

2. Moodiness

3. Waiting for the next Netflix to arrive

4. Restlessness

5. Irrationality

6. Reading and ordering tons of novels from “mail order” library.

7. Crankiness

8. Forgetfulness

9. Sudden bursts of laughter or tears and distrust of other individuals


But instead of the the often predicted feeling of a desperate need to escape,  my version of cabin fever has morphed into an “I want to stay in my chair”. Let me warn you that “individuals suffering from the fever can become so frustrated while working or living in a remote situation that they dip to the emotional extreme of appearing crazy or acting in a crazed manner”. From Cabin Fever-Wikipedia. (Remember The Shining)


But I’m not feeling crazy. I think my  brain (right AND left) has been so full of creative ideas combined with sorrow,  problem solving, worry and restlessness that it has taken a break on me. SURPRISE…My brain has overloaded. So I’m being easy on myself. I’m just letting the fever run its course.

I did venture out for St. Patrick’s Day with our friends Sara, Jeff, Patty and John. Ron looked great in his totally green clothing. We had a great time at The Sunshine Winery and The Clocktower Pub in The Dalles. But…as soon as I got home. Back in the big chair swaddled with soft quilts and surrounded by my animals.

I’m not mad at myself. I’m not going to try and hurry my brain back into creativity. I’m just going to wait. Until the end of this maliase I’m going to be totally content  just helping Gorin and Eames solve horrible crimes, MAJOR CRIMES and cheering for Mondo to win big on Project Runway Masters.

 “Nothing can be rushed. It must grow, it should grow of itself…” —Paul Klee 1879-1940

Toto, We’re Not in Oregon Any More


 (There is No Place Like Nebraska)

There is no place like Nebraska

 Dear old Nebraska U.

Where the girls are the fairest,

The boys are the squarest,

 Of any old school that I knew.

There is no place like Nebraska,

Where they’re all true blue.

We’ll all stick together,

In all kinds of weather,

For Dear old Nebraska U!

 Here it is. The Nebraska Fight Song. You can hear it on line! You can get it as a ringtone! Just grab your Corn Hat and your Official Husker’s wear and you are set for a good time! I promise.

Cousin Jerry in a Cornhead Hat

I just got back from (according to Money Magazine) the 84th Best Place To Live In America. Amy and I spent almost a week in Columbus, Nebraska. I know what you’re saying. “Why Nebraska? It’s so hot and humid there. Just a lot of corn fields and conservatives.” Yes it can be hot and humid… but it’s Heaven in late September. Warm days, cool nights, football and family…I’ve finally found my roots. I’m totally thankful for this.

We started our trip at the Portland Airport. Our goal was to get on the plane, sit back, relax and enjoy the ride. Well, we tried.

We did some serious gift shopping for the relatives in the tiny Airport stores, got to talking and laughing, bought a U of O monkey doll (a scary present for Husker fans) and some Huckleberry Jam.

We headed for our gate. I wanted to play on the moving sidewalk… so we fooled around on that for a while. We road to the end of it, checked out a few more shops then as an afterthought looked at the time. I checked my ticket. We were OK. The flight didn’t load until about 7:45. We walked to the gate and the room was empty except for one crabby lady in a wheelchair. We thought we were early! “The plane is gone,” the wheelchair lady said flatly.  I ran to the window. Our flight was still there but locked and loaded. I knocked on the window trying to get the attention of one of the luggage attendants on the ground. No luck…they all wear earphones. I could see our plane, it was still sitting there. I went for the gate door (closed), ignored the security signs (Do not touch this door or you will face horrible Federal penalties) and did what anyone would do. I banged HARD on the door. Panicked flight attendants, who must have just exited the plane, opened up and gave me suspicious looks. “What the hell are you doing?” one shouted. I begged for them to let us get on the plane. No chance… It was full. The plane DEPARTED at 7:45 am. I had mistakenly read that he plane was BOARDING at 7:45 am. Thus began our long tedious story of being on standby, our luggage already in Nebraska, too many expensive cab rides, a trip back to Amy’s for the night, outrageous change of flight penalties (Thanks American Airlines for being so hard to deal with) and a thousand calls to my Cousin’s cell phone in Nebraska. Amazingly ALL of us stayed calm.


We arrived the next day at the Omaha airport. My cousin met us with special Nebraska Gift Bags. Each bag included a cool Nebraska lei made out of corn-cobs, beads, and beer caps, a Husker hat, Big Red Gum, Husker’s Beer Cozies and watches from Wal-Mart (my Cousin Jerry’s idea of a joke because of our lost sense of time). A great dinner at Glur’s Tavern (Home of Columbus’ Best Burger) and (National Historic Site Circa 1876) finished off the day.

Amy looks out on Nebraska fields

A short ride through the cornfields and we were safe and home at my cousin Jerry’s in Bellwood (A small town outside of Columbus) by bedtime. We needed sleep so we could start out early the next morning on the JUNK JAUNT. Shop ‘til you drop, 300 miles of treasures. What a concept! Amy and I were stoked! We love to pick and it runs in the family. For more about the Junk Jaunt go to www.junkjaunt.com.

 (To be continued)


Old Clothes or Neat Stuff?

Amy Wants a Scythe for Christmas!

 The Amazing Falling Poodle!

Will Bo Pelini’s Head Explode at the Husker Game?

Who is Bo Pelini?

Coveting Everything  at The Husker’s Store!


Deer Wars, Star Wars and the Trout Lake Festival of the Arts


Watching for dangerous doe


We thought the deer problem was a thing of the past. A doe with a new fawn have been spotted often for the last week near the front garden. Deer attacks seemed to have stopped. We thought that the recent reign of terror was over. A doe protecting her tiny fawn from harm makes perfect sense. Not totally sure if the doe was the same as the fighting doe we still are cautious and carry sticks down the driveway (one a large cane with a dog’s head carved on the end…a gift). BUT then the game changed. At dusk last night I was on the back porch doing re-cycling. I looked up and two huge saucer eyes were peering at me from the opening of the barn door. It was Deer vs. Human. We stood still eye to eye. After the stare down, I spent about an hour following her around our property to see if a baby was nearby. I could not find a fawn. So…the mystery and the month long reign of the vicious attack deer still hangs over Timber Valley. She could have hidden the fawn. They could be two different deer, one with a baby. The answer is unknown.

After a long wait

The garden is finally showing some color. Spring and summer were so late this year. I always forget how it looks like at the cabin when there is no snow. Only certain things will grow at this elevation and sometimes they are dwarfed in size. But columbine is everywhere, the forget-me-nots are disappearing and being replaced by sweet Williams, sedum, day lilies, poppies and amazing ferns and succulents.

Berry watching over my garden

 I have a new tiny Jerry’s garden that is growing sunflowers, Johnny jump ups and other unknown plants outside my studio window. I just bought a weird succulent that looks like it’s making knots out of itself as it grows. Maybe it’s from another planet.


The green planet Earth

 Speaking of planets, I saw Saturn through the big telescope at the Observatory in Goldendale. What a night. Everything was going fine until Steve, the on-site astronomer was ready to do the last few looks through the big telescope. In the telescope dome it’s pretty dark anyway, but for emphasis he even turned down the red “astronomer’s” lights and it seemed very dark to me indeed. By this time, Ron and Tavish (my grandson) had gone to the car to rest…it was very late. But I would not give up. There was a short line to a ladder that each person had to go up to see into the lens of the big reflector telescope. I felt like a blind person. I could feel the line move but have no night vision. So when it was my turn, I banged into Susan, the astronomer’s assistant, got a little mad because I didn’t know it was her, climbed up the stairs and looked into a lens. Couldn’t see the star cluster anywhere. Then I heard “Mam, you’re looking into the wrong lens.” I squinted and embarrassed turned to the right and with my left hand put my hand on something. “Mam, don’t touch the lens.” I pretended to take a quick look, felt my way down the stairs and tried to find a way out. Remember, no signs or light! I ran into the wall a couple of times, made a huge sound when I finally found a door and walked out into the amphitheater area! Lost! Wrong door! I felt my way all around the building until I saw the car in a distant parking lot. Me…star lover and pretend expert on the stars…blind as a bat. My face was burning when I got into the car. Ron and Tavish laughed all the way home at my story.



 Please come out to the gorge and see me. I’ll be selling my art at the Trout Lake Festival of the Arts at the base of Mt. Adams on July 16th and 17th. This show is one of my favorites. Good art. Good food and music. The setting is magnificent. For information call 509-395-2488 or go to troutlakefestivalofthearts.com.

 I just finished watching “The Jewel in the Crown” from Netflix. Wow. Anyone who loves reading about the history of the English in India will not be able to stop watching it. The story can also be read in The Raj Quartet by Paul Strand. Even though I’ve seen the series before it still is exciting, shocking and really relates to modern political situations. It’s also an unforgettable story.


"The Garden is a Mirror of the Heart" watercolor by Jerry Fenter

 “Art does not reproduce what we see. It makes us see.” –Paul Klee


 “Take me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic.” –Salvador Dali

Maybe It’s the Moon

Life in the Woods


I love animals. I live in the woods. I see all sorts of animals every single day. I live with squirrels, bats, deer, bear, cougar, bunnies, chipmunks…you get the idea. For the past year and a half I’ve had a deer stalking me. I know, call me crazy, but whenever I go outside in the field, in the woods, even into the barn this deer will jump out at me and startle me at least once or twice a day. The deer is a doe. Does are sweet. I know better than to feed wild animals. I don’t feed her. I don’t try to call her. Pretty much I just ignore her. I’ve still found it strange that she is always alone, never with other deer, no bucks around her and I’ve never seen her with babies. Still she stays here always inside of our fence. If I think she’s gone I only need to look very carefully and she’ll be sleeping in the tall grass or behind a stump.

Friend or Foe?


Black tailed deer are quiet. We see herds of them every day. Sometimes I can count over 25 when I drive up the hill from Highway 14. Usually their heads are down grazing, eating shrubs, trees, and any unfenced plants that may be blooming. I have seen the young ones play tag with their mothers…something I consider a real treat that not everyone gets to see. I have no fear of them…only a healthy respect.

He Wouldn't Hurt a Fly


I also have a dog. He’s a nice boy, Siberian Husky, seldom barks and leaves cats alone. I have seen him catch and eat mice before and unlucky chipmunks that wander into his fenced area. I’ve seen him catch a prairie dog or two while visiting in Colorado but all in all he’s a gentle smiling dog. Because he is a husky, a breed of dog we’ve raised for many years, we know better than to let him run loose. A husky’s natural territory is like a wolf’s…very big. They also aren’t aware of cars, log trucks or traffic. They are meant to work and to walk and run. Cody has a fenced yard and a secure covered run. We walk him on leash. Always. Also, huskies are not normally barkers. Cody is usually really quiet. He talks in a personal howl-like language but he doesn’t snarl or bark.


Now cover your children’s eyes and ears because here comes the scary part. Last week Cody and I are ready for a walk. It’s sunny outside and a beautiful day. I leash Cody up. He’s wearing a choke chain on a long flexible lead and he likes to run out the lead and walk ahead of me. So we’re off. We walk down our long pathway towards the entrance gate of the property. Cody is sniffing everything and checking his pee-mail. I’m checking for new wild flowers and walking behind him. Out of the woods comes my “tame” deer. Not walking but running towards Cody. Cody doesn’t know what to do but as watches her the deer jumps wildly at him, misses him with her front hooves but kicks him hard with her back hooves. He’s down. I pull him to me and check his sides for injuries at the same time swinging a stick at her and throwing a rock in her direction as she slowly moves off. I miss her by a mile but it just seems to anger her more and she swings around and runs back straight at me. Holding Cody with one hand I yell like crazy, stomp the ground and swing the stick. She stops but doesn’t move. What’s going through my mind? Could she be rabid? There’s no foam on her mouth. This is way too much like a Steven King story. I’m sure the blood drained from my face, Cody is nervous and afraid and I decide to run out to the road to try and get away from her. Finally through the gate we walk down a ways, look back, and see her looking out from our driveway and right at us. She had saucer like eyes…glazed over. So we walk. We hope she’s gone when we get back. A neighbor stops to see if I’m all right…I must have looked terrified. An hour later we approach the gate again this time from the other direction. We move quietly but as we round the corner towards our gate there she is again in the middle of the driveway and not moving. It’s a standoff.

Now I’m mad. I swing the stick wildly and she moves over about fifteen feet to my left into the trees. We walk towards the cabin with my eye on her all the time. She seems to sneak from tree to tree like in the old cartoons! She’s stalking us and moves as we do up towards the house. Cody and I can’t get in the door fast enough. Safe at last the first thing I do is google “When Deer Attack”. I find articles about lots of bucks attacking people and dogs but not so many does. I’m including a couple of sites for you to look at.

It’s a few days later and she’s still out there…hiding…stalking…I now take my stick everywhere and hope that whatever’s gotten into her goes away. Maybe she has a fawn hidden somewhere but I haven’t seen it. She seems to have no deer friends and now I know why. If this keeps up I’ll have to call someone, but I just figure give her a few more days and see if this passes. All women and does have mood swings you know. Maybe it’s the moon.