Pickles The Deer

Yesterday Marty, Amanda, and I went up to visit Marty's family.  We celebrated Granny's (Marty's mother) birthday.

  

We had lots of wonderful food, prepped by Cindy and Sherri, and wow, was it good.  Cindy is still serving up vegetables grown in her garden and home-preserved over the summer.  Yum!

  

After dinner we took a little walk and enjoyed the cool air.  There were still patches of snow on the ground.  Marty took a picture of this lovely barn.

  

Dennis walked us over the neighbor Mark's house.  He has a tame piebald deer there named Pickles. She is a tiny thing, but very gentle and sweet.  Her mother had twins in Mark's yard, and Pickles was not only born a piebald, but with weak legs as well.  She was rejected by the mother, who soon after disappeared with her remaining fawn.  Mark and his wife bottle-fed Pickles and raised her.  They kept her in a barn for the early part of her life, but now that Pickles is two, they keep the barn door open so she can come and go.  Though her walk is unsteady, she does get around. She stays close to home but likes to go visit the wild deer in the evenings.  But she is so tame that Mark and his wife even let her in the house once in a while!

  

See how little she is?

  

Then we headed back over the mountain, as Marty says, towards home.  There was a lovely winter sunset to watch on the way. I stopped and took this picture, but it hardly does justice to the view.

Happy Birthday, Granny!