This is Barnaby. He was a rescue. We found him sitting along, skinny, with dried out limbs. He looked to be starving and dehydrated. His days were numbered, for sure. No one wanted him and had passed him over for other healthier, fuller looking ones in the group. I just couldn’t leave him behind. I just knew he had something special. I just knew he could make it. We bought him, along with a few others, and took him home. We treated him just the same as all the others. We kept him up closer to the house so perhaps the deer would leave him alone, since he was the weakest of the group, and gave him a little extra fertilizer. His first days, he looked awfully sad. But now! Just look at him! He is not skinny anymore! He is filled out, green and beautiful. He might be a little smaller than the rest, but Barnaby is a survivor!