
The sun was up early and so I hit the ground runnin’ on this mild, mid-November morn. Destination: Council Point Park. The hunters also were early risers and they gathered en masse at the crack of dawn in search of their prey. The big bucks should watch their collective backs as firearms deer-hunting season began today. You already know I’m a softie when it comes to critters of any kind, so you can guess that I’ll cringe and turn my head the other way if I see a big buck’s bloody carcass slung across the top of a vehicle or peeking out from the bed of a Dodge Ram pick-up truck. It upsets me seeing a deer laying on the pick-up bed floor, its once-majestic head now lolling to the side. Often the deer’s neck is twisted as it lays prone, its head propped up by the antlers. It’s macabre and disturbing – to me anyway.
My high school chum Carol lives in the village of Honeoye Falls in Upstate New York. Her property butts up against a large wooded area and she often looks out the doorwall to see deer wandering around her backyard. She snaps their picture and posts it on Facebook with a description of how they meandered into her backyard, perhaps to “visit” or nibble on berries on the fringe of her very picturesque property. Sometimes the moms and their offspring will gather around the gazebo. I guess that big white structure is quite a novelty to the deer. It all sounds very idyllic to this city girl, but I know deer can wreak havoc in neighborhoods when out of their element, and of course car/deer accidents, especially this time of year, have caused the death of many a motorist. Granted, the deer herds need to be thinned out, but the nature lover in me could not see past the big eyes and gentle face to harm this creature.
In the past, I’ve recounted my wonderful memories as a child feeding the wildlife at High Park in Toronto. On vacation we’d often visit Algonquin Park near Georgian Bay in northern Canada which further fostered my love and respect for wildlife. The picture above was taken at Algonquin Park when I was six. I know those happy childhood moments contribute to my current whole enjoyable experience in my forays to Council Point Park. Maybe it is the bullfrog croaking, or perhaps it might be the sweet song of a bird high up in the tree as I happen by. Sometimes a silly smile crosses my face while I am just tossing treats to the critters. It is just such a simple pleasure to visit the Park, be one with nature and interact with a critter or two. It mellows out my morning and brightens my day. Like a condemned man counting off his remaining days, a glance at the calendar and the colder temps outside tell me to make the most of my moments at the Park before the rough weather settles in. So, before I left on my journey this morning I gathered up my treats to take to the Park … peanuts which I will confirm brought an unexpected delight to some already-chubby brown squirrels who scampered by my feet then promptly sat on their haunches and begged. Indeed, they knew a sucker when they saw one and their cute antics brought the desired result … a few more peanuts fished from my pocket to be strewn at their feet.
Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty. Albert Einstein
Sorry it took me a while to get over here, Linda. (Still busy tackling those boxes…) I love the picture of six-year-old you and the fawn. Such a sweet memory.
I understand hunting for food, and I have eaten deer meat many times in the past. My cousin used to hunt and a friend of ours does. But they eat the meat. Our friend takes one deer a season and it feeds them for a year. I think it’s better to have hunters thin the herd than to have large numbers of deer slowly starving to death in the winter. But I hate it when people hunt for sport. Once when I had a paper route I came across a deer carcass hanging from a homeowner’s tree. I guess he just shot it and was about to butcher it. It was upsetting. At least I hope he planned to eat it…
I’m glad you have your childhood deer and wildlife memories at Algonquin Park to cherish. It sounds like a beautiful place. And now you have the critters in the park to be with at this time of your life. Nature is such a healer for body, mind and spirit. Thanks so much for sharing this post and your thoughts about the world.
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I do know that hunting to feed your family, especially in these trying times is okay … like you I don’t condone hunting for sport. I don’t know how they can look at a beautiful deer and pull the trigger, but we are soft-hearted.
We have a client and my boss visited his office once to find himself surrounded by animal heads all around the guy’s office. Trophy heads and that would not be to my liking nor the photos he sent to my boss in an e-mail about an organized big game shooting tour and him posing with his trophy kills. I think it was in Africa – it was a while ago. I tasted deer meat once when a co-worker brought me some venison stew he had made. He hunted and fished and had two large freezers in his garage and used to butcher them in his garage. He also went to Georgia to a ranch that had wild boar … he’d talk about the trips.
Yes, my six-year-old self had an encounter that was different than yours Barbara, but I had to share it since it was an experience of being mesmerized by deer at such an early age. I’m glad you liked the post.
I follow a Canadian blogger who just returned from traveling to Algonquin Park with her husband and camping in their RV for almost a month. They went to other places on their trip. She was not blogging all Summer while away and now has resumed blogging. My favorite posts are the ones about Loons, Mergansers and Moose. I’m behind, so I read one when I scrolled down last night. Sometimes when they are out in the canoe with the cameras, they see families of moose.
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