white tailed deer
I had a very sad day. My husband had an appointment at our local hospital which is within our forest. We went in separate cars and as I left, I noticed that a young deer had been hit by a car and was lying in the median, kicking in obvious distress. As soon as I was able, I turned around and went back to where it was. It had stopped kicking but was still alive. I held it’s soft, warm little body and tried to assess if it was injured or dying. I flagged down some vehicles and a heavily tattooed man drew up and also a business woman. I explained what had happened and asked either of them if they had a gun. The man said that he didn’t have one with him but the woman did. She looked horrified at the idea of killing Bambi but I just wanted to put it out of its misery. Another car stopped and said they would call the police. In the meantime, I continued to stroke the poor little creature until I finally felt the life go out of its body. I said, “I think it has died, I can’t feel a heartbeat”. I moved the body gently to see if there was any response and noticed that its eyes had gone glassy. The tattooed man gently helped me take it over to the verge. In retrospect, we are probably not allowed to discharge a weapon in the city but at least the fawn was comforted into the after life. It made me realize how different life is in the the countryside from the city. A farmer would have known exactly what to do.


stag bandera
Aren’t they beautiful? This is a small herd of deer that we spotted just behind the main street of Bandera – the Cowboy Capital of Texas. They were grazing by the stream, taking advantage of the free range hen’s food and blissfully unaware of the busy street just yards away. Unlike everything else, Texas deer are much smaller than those in Scotland and if you click on the postcard you will see a baby fawn who is not much bigger than the chicken – extra cute. It is such a pity that they taste so nice… We were on the second half of our trip that started in Rockport (see last blog post) and took Texas State Highway 16 west out of San Antonio which is the old stage coach route. It was a vividly bright, sunny, cold day – perfect for touring and sight-seeing. There were still hitching posts, to tie your horse, in the main street. It was a good mix of locals and tourists but I suspect it would be busy with day trippers at the weekend. There were shops that catered to Western Wear and I eavesdropped on two ranchers talking about water shortages. The many antique shops were full of amazing stuff – you could spend all day in the Bandera Antique Mall which had free coffee and friendly vendors. The River Medina crosses through the town and it is a slow-moving vivid green stretch of water. Bandera was originally settled by Polish immigrants and St Stanislaus Church is one of the oldest Catholic churches in Texas. To read more about how much fun we had and timeshare ‘water-boarding’, click on the red link. POSTCARD FROM BANDERA -click here