anghara: (snow deer)
We have a couple of rather past their sell-by date avocados in the kitchen. I've been throwing out apples and corn to the deer, but [ profile] rdeck said, "You know, I LIKE avocado, but they need it more than me - see if the deer will eat it!"

So I tossed out an avocado, as an experiment.

Initially the couple of deer who came over sniffed at the new offering gingerly and then turned back and attacked the apples. They didn't seem certain as to what was required to deal with the avocado. But later on one of the deer came back and nosed out the avocado from under the snow. There was a little wrinkling of the nose, rather like a two-year-old who's been given spinach for the first time and isn't sure that this is an experience that he/she might want to actually repeat - but it's STILL only 20F out there, and food is food, and the deer finally figured it out and ate the avocado. I didn't see what it did with the pit, which is admittedly rather larger than anything one might discover inside an apple - but it went, the avocado.

I suppose, standing hock-deep in snow with more threatening to come down any moment now, they'll take what they can get. They prefer the apples, the corn - the familiar - but sometimes food is food...

(BTW - new icon - specially for winter deer posts...)
anghara: (snow deer)
The deer, three of them this time, came stepping lightly up to my door just as the light was beginning to fail. They were maybe two or three steps away when I eased the sliding door open, very gently, and only flinched a little at the noise but waited, poised, as I rolled out a couple or three apples and a corn cob out to them onto the patio.

They were at them before the door was fully closed. Three apples and a corn cob vanished before my eyes. The deer waited for a moment, huddled into a tight group, staring at me through the glass door as night fell.

"Come back tomorrow," I said.

If I had the resources I'd have given them more - but I haven't been to the stores in a week, and what I have in the house has to last me probably another four to five days before a predicted thaw - and I figure they'd rather have SOMETHING every day than nothing at all if I run out too quickly. Oh, but it's heartbreaking the way they look at me, the way they ask mutely for help and sustenance.

I have another couple of apples and some corn ready for tomorrow. I hope the deer come again for their supper.
anghara: (Default)
Not to come back to the subject of deer so soon, but I have to tell y'all this one. Momma and baby came back mid-morning, and then momma wandered away (presumably to catch up with errands)leaving the baby there outside my office where I could keep an eye on it. The baby ate some corn, and then settled down against the patio edge for a quick nap. Momma came back a bit later, the baby got up, they both scarfed some more of the corn, and then they went away.

A wild thing brought its child to me. I am lost in wonder.

oh, AWWWW.

Dec. 6th, 2006 01:08 pm
anghara: (Default)
Yesterday a deer came ambling by my office window, and at one point she had climbed up onto the paved area right outside my office and paused there, staring directly at me through the glass, and I thought I knew what she was trying to say.

"You're welcome," I said.

And she flicked her magnificent ears at me, and gave me another long soulful look out of those dark and long-lashed eyes, and then wandered slowly away.

Today - just now - she was back... with a baby in tow. I had poured out some cracked corn for the birds and they both seemed to like that - but I went upstairs to get [ profile] rdeck and tell him they were there so he said, "Throw them an apple."

"They'll just run away if I start lobbing things at them," I said.

"They'll come back," he said.

So I threw down an apple. THey registered its presence and didn't run away, still being busy at the corn; we watched them from the upstairs deck for a while, and then we came back inside and he went to his office and I came back down to mine - and watched the two of them companionably sharing that apple.

They're still here, as I write, nosing around where the corn was, tongueing the salt lick I put out for them.

I love my house.
anghara: (Default)
It was nearly half past nine, and still light. We stepped out onto the deck with a glass of wine and sat in the twilight, listening to birdsong and the breeze stirring the trees. Somewhere out in our woods I could hear a persistent crackling noise, and I finally got up to go to the railing, glass of wine in hand, and have a look.

Down at the bottom of the garden, stepping lightly and delicately as though into a fairy tale, a young buck with antlers just beginning to branch and still velvet-soft emerged from the trees. He passed under our cedars, and then briefly out of sight... and then I could hear him making his way up the slope, towards the house. I leaned on the railing, keeping very still, waiting... and there he came, out of the darkness, shaped like a dream, and stopped for a moment, staring straight up at me out of huge dark eyes, his big ears turned towards me, listening for danger.

"It's okay," I whispered, "you're beautiful. Be welcome."

We stared at one another, this piece of the wild and me, and then I made him a little bow and left him in possession of the twilit forest. It was his, after all. My seeing him there had been a gift.

Good night, all.

May 2009

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