Given

"This is the earnest work. Each of us is given
only so many mornings to do it -
to look around and love
the oily fur of our lives,
the hoof and the grass-stained muzzle." - Mary Oliver

On the day the doe came to our front yard to eat the fallen bird seed,

we took a walk to nearby pond...

where he found a fallen Admiral with tattered wings.

He named it Scott.

It climbed upon his finger and he carried it home to live out it's days sipping nectar in a protected habitat.

*Postscript:  After some nectar and a good rest, Admiral Scott flew away the next morning, tattered wings notwithstanding.