Day 20
Feeding “Bucky”,
the neighbor’s whitetail deer
I
find the “animal” world absolutely fascinating, whether or not “humans” are
included/
But,
regardless of that snide codicil, the four-legged variety (animals; not humans)
surely open eyes to the wonder of the “natural” world in its daguerreotype
(black & white) presentation.
Our
neighbor had a whitetail buck deer as a pet; naturally, they named him: Bucky.
Animals
learn quickly and ole Bucky took full, and, often, advantage of his two-legged
“cousins” who delighted in petting and feeding the voracious entertainer. On
weekends, cars unfamiliar to our subdivision would drive slowly by our house
searching the pasture across the road for Mr. Whitetail “Bucky”; often they
would stop to allow the kids to pet and feed the deer.
The
parents always managed to get in a “pat” or two; it’s a Big deal to get close to a whitetail.
Once,
“Bucky” disappeared for about three weeks, or so. The neighbor who kept the
deer brought him home one fine day; someone had called to say they thought the
pet whitetail was in a little berg around seventeen miles south of our
location. How they came to realize who the owner was and that the wild deer
might belong to him, I never was informed. Very strange!
A
year later, five wild whitetail deer ran past the pasture where Mr. Bucky
resided; he caught sight of them---and…Adios!
His “escape” was witnessed; guess he preferred his own “kind”!? Never glimpsed
“hide” nor “hair” of ole Bucky, again; at least, not that we knew.
Now,
I know “city”-types abhor hunting and guns and any manner of “blood and guts”;
not exactly too fond of the latter, myself, by way of confession. I have hunted
myriad hours and, I will also confess, and have forever, the “harvest” of the
game is NOT a bloodlust sport! Any
time I was fortunate enough to spot game and then “lucky” enough to bag the
quarry; I immediately lamented the fact that the game was over, the hunt had
ended, the “fun” of the chase ceased.
Like
anything else in life, love, marriage, baseball, writing, “religion”, there Is a “proper” and honorable means to
affect the pleasantness: such is an intent of “respect” resulting in a purpose
of “reverence.”; it is all in the
“attitude”. I once turned down an opportunity to go to the mountains on a one
week hunt; the “gang” of “killers” had No
reverence or respect for challenge.
I
am a conservationist; I’m that guy who planted over ten thousand trees. To
reach a free understanding of what the tern “conservation” means requires that
reverent-respect many lack.
Want
to change the world? Mon amie? Go out and plant a tree---a hundred trees…or
more!
Make
sure your motivation is born of love and that you employ that commodity in the
doing.\
So,
the neighbor had a pony in the same pasture with “Bucky”; they were fast
friends.
But,
we knew that deer was in that meadow, but until we spied the pony, Bucky was
invisible.
So
much for the city “chair” philosopher who thinks the big-bad-hunter goes out in
some woods and irreverently “kills” Bambi; successful hunting is---97%...Luck!
Let
me leave you with this adage: Offer reverence
and respect on your quest. Good
hunting!
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet Memories!
Plus:
Christmas “De-Lights”!
Season-escorted
bright lights red and green
Blue-silver-white
holiday flickering scene
Evergreen
branches glisten decorated snow-flocked
Fireplace
mantles adorned name-stockings chocked
Anticipation
wonder-sparkles innocent little ones’ eyes
Kids-of-all-ages
believe Santa’s sleigh Christmas-flies
High above
quaint snow-village a sentinel steeple
“Silent
night!”
sings a holy congregation of people
From heaven
float snowflakes soft angel down-feathers
Guardians scurry
on white wings absent earth-tethers
The house silent
while fantasy sweet sugar-plumbs dance
Tiny hooves
thump on the rooftop as magical deer prance
All little dream-angels
on good-behavior fast-asleep
Save little
Jimmy who desired just one little-last peep
Quiet-crawled to
the green-garland railing balcony-stair
Saw “Mommy
kissing Santa Claus”?! An enchanting pair
Rubbed
sleep-sand from spy-eyes disbelieving, total deceiving
Fell asleep
dreaming “’Tis better giving than ’tis be receiving!”
Santa’s gift-packages
delivered found the innocent where he lay
A magic red nose
twinkle to bed remounting awaiting red-sleigh
Mom tucked the
urchin in with a soft, sweet-loving kiss
Visiting far off
dreamland, Jimmy’s smile confessed bliss
Icy winds
blizzard-howled echoes in the roof-rafter chill-eaves
To honest
child-innocent in fantasy-Santa magic, I truly believe
Jesus blessed
Santa Claus with a special Love-gift
for giving
Intention-Life! Purpose-Love! Freely-Laugh!
Quality-Living!
Amen!
Merry Christmas!---always…and,
forever! Love, Santa Claus!
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