Deer, Dear Mother

KL Caley’s writephoto picture this week is of reindeer:
Happy memories of my Mum and deer, and also myself with reindeer.

I am copying 2 extracts from this post to accompany KL’s picture today.
I hope it brings a bit of magic into your life as it did hers (and mine)

Extract 1

My Mum has always been fascinated by deer. When we discovered this, we did our best to take her to places we knew deer were present in the hope that she would see some of these elusive animals.
On one occasion, we’d heard that a local tourist attraction had recently acquired a small herd of Sika deer so we took Mum on an outing there.

We found the enclosure within the grounds, and as she and I sat quietly on the benches provided, Hubby stood by the gate and waited. It wasn’t long before a small deer came out from the undergrowth, its curiosity gradually getting the better of it as it edged closer to where he was standing. Mum was holding her breath with the excitement of a young child when she realised that he was soon going to be within touching distance. Animal and Man were separated by only a foot or so when 2 women, totally oblivious to the magical moment taking place, walked into the enclosure from the other side, slamming the gate shut behind them as they carried on with their conversation. And like the deer, the moment was gone.

Extract 2

I had a happy childhood, but some things were never explained because the need never arose. Hubby finds what follows totally charming, though I was embarrassed by my ignorance.
I’m talking about reindeer. You may find it hard to believe, but up until about 12 years ago, I didn’t realise they were real, and believed they were all part of the Christmas Magic I’d experienced as a child.
Until I saw a TV documentary about them, I also hadn’t known that reindeer and caribou were one and the same.
So some four years ago
(original post written in February 2014) , a part of Magic came into my life when they had 3 reindeer in a stall at the Christmas market in town. Not only could I see them, but I could touch and feed them, and I was mesmerized. I understood now why deer held such fascination for my Mum.


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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13 Responses to Deer, Dear Mother

  1. Nope, Not Pam says:

    What beautiful memories, I’m the same with zebras. When I saw them in Zimbabwe it was like a dream come true

  2. murisopsis says:

    This made me smile! What a wonderful connection to your mother – and a fun story for you to retell!

    • I miss her Val. It will be five years in January. I have so many happy memories of her holidays with us, and so many of my parents. Dad’s passed away in 1996, and I take comfort that they are together again.

  3. willowdot21 says:

    Both snippets are delightful though those women could have done with a slap! ⭐⭐💜

  4. Jemima Pett says:

    Lovely memories. I was the same with horses when I was a kid. Just couldn’t believe they were real. I was lucky enough to discover they really were and I could (nearly) ride them when I was eight. I’ve never owned one, but I now have a tiny share in some racehorses, and I realised the other day that, yes, all my dreams have come true.

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