Paws for reflection

[mondhasen]

There's something mystical that when reading about animism and spiritual connections you look up to find a deer watching you from your front yard. Granted she was probably just looking for *apples, but it was serendipitous nonetheless.

A furry nod of thanks to mejeep for recommending the book Giving Voice To Bear (David Rockwell, 1991).

*a fawn just went through while I was finishing this post!

Comments

[porsupah.livejournal.com]

Ah, that I'd love to experience. ^_^ Apparently the back yard here did once see some wildlife traffic, but then more building came, and cut the route off. There are some Muntjacs in the nearby woods, though as ever, they definitely prefer not being seen.

Reminds me, someday I must lay my paws on a copy of Private Life of the Rabbit..

[mondhasen.livejournal.com]

Muntjacs look so nice- I hope you get to see some!

Housing developments have caused the deer population here to rise: hunting is restricted in these areas so the deer multiply with few natural enemies. We're on an offshoot of a 'deer highway' where they come through when passing from wetland to wetland. And they bed down on my property sometimes because they won't be molested here (just a bit of wary barking at if seen by the pups).

Our library system lists two copies available of that Lockley book- I have a request in for one now, thanks!

[dogteam.livejournal.com]

:)
I spend...too much...time travelling the back-roads of Alberta, looking at abandoned farmhouses and the like. The other day as i slowed to peer thru the trees at a tumbledown farm from the 30's, I suddenly realized that some..one? was peering back. I stopped and reversed, and sure enough there was a whitetail looking at me from the doorway of the house, as if to say "What? No ones using it...!"

[mondhasen.livejournal.com]

Fantastic! I can't imagine deer inside a dwelling, and would love to have seen how they set it up for themselves ;o)

On a side note, I love abandoned farm homes as well, and was thrilled to find one in the middle of the woods, no longer reachable by car, when trail-bike riding. Sadly, some other bikers soon discovered it and actually burned it down. The lane leading to this was tree choked and rain rutted from years of disuse.

However, it was a big old building, and had nice fieldstone fireplaces, and the kitchen floor was littered with 1930's newspapers (this was in 1972) and 1930's kitcheny kitschy gadgetry. The jewel in the crown, though, was the mid-30's automobile, one of those soft-top-roofed-but-not-a-convertible types, rusting in the field next to the house: there was a tree growing through it!