7:01 pm:

Wanted no bottle.
Peed about 3 tablespoons.
No Poo.

Not expecting him to eat, but wanted to offer before it got pitch black.

Now that it's dark I will space the feedings out by 3 1/2  to 4 hours.

Dropping the Dime

Think this is a more appropriate dime to use in photos for size reference.

2pm feeding
3 oz 50-50 goat milk to water mix.
about 1tsp grazing

1 smaller, firmer, and greener "pellet" with small amount of ubiquitous yellowish slime.

I am adding more milk to water as he is peeing lots but pooing much less.
Seeing if  a mix with more nutrient less water balances out his solid waste amount with his liquid waste...

Time for me to give him his medicine.

8:00 am

Ate 4oz of goat's milk water mix.
Mix was 2oz goats milk to 3oz water.
Pee: about 4 tablespoons.
Little, very little poo.
Poo more yellow than 4:30am but same firmness.
Very round and gooey, about the size of a green pea.
No smeary poo, no mess on fur at all.
Just one gooey pea sized yellow, dare I say, "pellet"...

Working out containment for pee to get more accurate measurements.

Not happy with how little poo.

Frickin' poo....

NOTE:
Dirt in these photos was not part of stool when sample collected; it fell on sample before I photographed it.

4:30 am

2 ounces of goat/water mix.
Mixed at 50-50 ratio

Nice big clump of poo.
Good Pee.

No grazing.

Not happy with how little he ate.

Hoping his low appetite is because  he is still off from vet visit and move.

That’s Some Seriously Good $#*!

I do not want to count my chickens before they hatch... 

but this is the firmest Blake poop 

I’ve seen yet and 

I just had to post the good news! 

It is a thing of beauty. 

So firm it’s defying gravity! 

Look at it cling to the toilet paper:

Blake created this masterpiece April 30th at 4:20am 

Let us all take a moment and pray

—yes even atheists like myself— 

that this trend continues and that we are very soon 

showered with pellets! 

Lord, please send us even more good shit. 

Amen.

***

Dinner at Kate's

Who, What, Where, When... Sorta

Blake is a 2 week old orphaned whitetail fawn on St. John in the US Virgin Islands. Just days old, he was found wandering onto the road in an area where an adult female deer had recently died.


Found by Margaret Majette & Heather Ruhsam, Blake was taken to the Norfleet Wildlife Refuge and Wine Bar (NWR+WB) after several attempts at returning him to the bush ended with him wandering back to the road.


Senior staff at the NWR+WB are scheduled for an extensive immersion course in the study of foreign wildlife and wine drinking, so after spending his critical first week there, Blake has temporarily been relocated to The Animal House at The Tourist Trap. In the coming weeks he will also be looked after by The Littlefield Trust for All Things Seriously Unbelievably Cute. Blake will then return to the NWR+WB until he can be safely reintroduced to the wild. 

Many people have stepped up to the aide of this orphan. Special thanks to the earliest members of Blake’s “village” who saved him and, in doing so, gave us all the gift of being able to help raise him: Margaret Majette, Heather Ruhsam, Kate Norfleet, Diana Ripley, Jude Woodcock, Sue Littlefield, Heidi, The ACC, Cruz Bay Canines Cats & Critters & Dr. Jan Perkins. 

I cannot apologize enough to anyone who is left off this list of Blake’s rescuers. I do not have all the details of Blake’s rescue, so please let me know anyone whose help I have neglected to mention.  

This introduction to Blake must end with my explaining that when all is said and done, this animal owes it’s life to Mademoiselle Norfleet. All the efforts of everyone else would have been for naught if Kate had not beat unsurmountable odds and kept this little guy alive in his critical first days. Blake has survived solely because of the incredibly demanding week long - literally round the clock – feeding and cleaning vigil that Kate heroically provided. Don’t be fooled by Blake’s charming good looks, his care was a grueling task that required ferocious diligence and prodigious love. Blake is alive because Kate Norfleet lavished him with both in spades. As soon as Blake is 100% “out of the woods” (i.e. healthy and strong enough to go back into the woods) I am gonna go dart in and out of traffic on Centerline Road in the hopes that someone will take me to go live at The Norfleet Wildlife Refuge and Wine Bar. It is heaven on earth overseen by a true angel. 


Now I must go post a seriously important blog entry which will contain subject matter that is the real reason this blog was created: pictures of poop.  

Please Note: This is a quick recap of the limited information I have. More details and any needed corrections soon come...