All God's Creatures

When I was taking down my Christmas decorations last week, I happened to look out my front window to see one of Santa's reindeer waiting for him outside! (All photos will enlarge for easier viewing if clicked on)

Needing a little break, I went outside to investigate.  There were actually three mule deer bucks outside, happily munching on a juniper bush in front of my house. Since we live in close proximity to protected open space near the foothills of the Front Range of Colorado, they are a common sight in our neighborhood. They are also very used to humans, but don't worry --I made sure to keep a safe distance from them, none-the-less.

 Most of the time they will look up at me for a second, and then just go right on eating.

But this day, this particular buck pulled on my heartstrings.  He had obviously been previously attacked by another wild animal in the vicinity--perhaps a mountain lion or coyotes--and had escaped, but not without injury.

His front right leg was injured and he was limping on it.  He had marks on his flanks and back that looked like healing bite and scratch marks.  Although he was limping badly, he still was able to walk and did not appear to be in too much pain.  He certainly enjoyed eating my shrubs and dried tree leaves!  If you notice, one of his antlers was also broken, so I guess he fought a brave battle, and fortunately for him, he won this time!

The next morning I looked out my bedroom window and there he was, resting in my backyard.

Since I do not have a dog, I often see deer in my yard, as there is nothing to discourage them from entering. As you can see, he has his injured right leg extended in front of him.

When I went outside later that morning I saw he was still sitting and leisurely chewing his cud, and did not look in distress, which made me feel a little better.  I looked into the protocol for injured animals on our community Rangers web site, and their literature states that as long as the animal can walk, they do not intervene. If the deer was unable to walk, then they would come over and euthanize him.  I know that would be the kind thing to do if he could not feed himself, and had no chances for survival.

Since moving here, exactly one year ago today, I've found watching these animals fascinating! I know many people dislike that deer eat their landscaping and flowers, but one Ranger article I read addressed this issue by telling us that since we chose to live close to open spaces, we should treat our property as wildlife habitats. All wildlife seeks out food, water, and shelter, and our properties will be included in their search. It is best then, for us not to plant anything that attracts wildlife, and to realize that they will seek out food in our yards, regardless. It is best to plant deer resistant plants and flowers and to use deer repellents and barriers to protect our landscaping. There are also Colorado state wildlife statutes that prohibit feeding wildlife, including giving them salt licks, with fines and summonses if we are caught doing so. It might seem kind to leave food out for the deer in harsh weather, but they explain it often leads to a spread of a condition called chronic wasting disease. Deer complex digestive systems cannot digest large amounts of grain, bread, bird seed or hay, and feeding them such foods weaken their condition.

A deer's life is really a matter of survival of the fittest.  They face quite a bit of hazard living int the wild and among humans.  Since this injured deer seems to be a frequent visitor to my yard, I can't help but root for him to heal and survive the winter.  I'll keep you posted!

Thank you all for your kind words of sympathy on my last post--they were very much appreciated. It is hard to begin the new year with such sadness, but my daughter and son-in-law have been fortunate to have their baby girl to give them daily joy, and now my son-in-law is going for tests to make sure he does not suffer from heart disease, as his older brothers did. Please continue to keep them in your prayers!  Thank you!

O. Henry: The Gift of the Magi

Have you read the short story "The Gift of the Magi" by the author O. Henry? It is one of my favorite short stories. O. Henry was the pen name of William Sydney Porter, born in 1862 in Greensboro, North Carolina,  O. Henry wrote most of his works while living in New York City until he died in 1910.

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The Gift of the Magi is not the bible story about the three magi from Persia, who followed a bright star to bring gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh to baby Jesus, 2014 years ago on January 6th, and now celebrated as "The Feast of the Epiphany," but rather a sentimental story about a struggling young New York City couple in the early 1900s who gave up their greatest possessions to give each other a very special Christmas gift.

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You can read the entire short story here, or watch an adapted 1952 video version of the story on YouTube, in three parts, beginning with part one- here. This video version of the story, acted by Jeanne Crain and Farley Grange, is beautifully done. I think you would enjoy viewing it, as the simplicity of the era and heartfelt sacrifice of the couple is very touching to witness. This adaptation has become a true Christmas classic!

O. Henry penned The Gift of the Magi while sitting in his favorite booth in Pete's Tavern, located at 129 East 18th Street in Manhattan.  Established in 1864, Pete's Tavern is New York City's oldest continually operating restaurant and bar.  If you go to this link on their website, you can see some of the beautiful original architectural features that remain inside, such as the warm brick walls, all-wood booths lined with memorabilia, tin ceilings, and an original gas lamp chandelier. My husband and I visited Pete's Tavern last December when we still lived in New York City, and I took these photos then.

As you can see on a plaque on the front of Pete's Tavern not only did O. Henry find inspiration here but also Ludwig Bemelmans, who penned one of his famous children's books called "Madeline" here!

The inside of Pete's Tavern was lit with Christmas lights when we visited and was fairly crowded with pre-holiday revelers.

My husband and I had dinner there and then enjoyed some of the other sights of the Christmas season in Manhattan.

On the way out I took this quick photo of the O. Henry booth, trying not to disturb the diners seated there.  I hope someday, on a future visit, to be able to sit in this booth myself! Perhaps, if I am very lucky, some literary inspiration will seep into my mind as it did O. Henry's?  Smile.

As O.Henry wrote at the end of his story The Gift of the Magi:

"The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men--who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of duplication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in the last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. O all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi."
I hope I've encouraged you to read this tale and perhaps some other of his many short stories, and perhaps make a visit to Pete's Tavern if you journey into Manhattan one day! I always enjoy finding the spots where literary geniuses wrote or were inspired to write, and Pete's Tavern's rich history is truly a gem!