Hours passed, the calf remained sedate. The phone rang, and a delegate from the AKDFG returned my call to hear about what was going on. We conferred, and agreed to an active program of hurry up and wait. I advised the delegate to talk to his supervisor about Steve's suggestion of adoption permits should the necessity arise, and those wheels were put into motion. Watchful waiting continued. Eventually the sun passed the deck, and shone upon the calf, whose breathing became increasingly short and rapid. Our friend was obviously warming up in a way that is not healthy for wild wood critters. He stood up unsteadily, and it was apparent that he could not manage turning around to find a new spot, and was stymied by the sharp drop off from the wall just beyond its bed. (The house is built upon a hillside, and his bed was at the edge of a rather tall retaining wall comprised of large boulders). The calf once again lay down, and with alarm we saw it roll off the side of the wall, and tumble below. I remember when I was young, how well I bounced, being of flexible frame, and I was relieved to see our little calf did not suffer any injury from the tumble. He picked himself up and slowly ambled off to a nearby bed of moss under canopies of spruce and hemlock.