The Doe

 

Here she is, and isn't she lovely?

Here she is, and isn’t she lovely?

“Oh my God”, I exclaimed to myself when I saw this beautiful creature standing there right in front of me. In fact, my first sense was a feeling that something or someone was watching me. When I looked up there were these big, beautiful  brown eyes staring at me. Dare I say that they touched my soul? They seemed to be asking me, “What are you doing here?” For one short moment, she literally took my breath away.

Recovering from my state of breathlessness, I realized I had a terrific photo opportunity right in front of me so I quickly but quietly raised my camera to take this shot of her hoping this wouldn’t scare her off. It didn’t, and not being satisfied with the first shot, I immediately zoomed in to get a close up of her. Alas, she must have sensed this tiny movement and barely audible sound because like a bolt of lightning she took off into the woods.

I’m sure a more seasoned photographer of nature would have got the perfect shot that I was striving for; however from this brief encounter I realized that when taking pictures of wild animals you have to remain perfectly calm and not hesitate for even a second. I wonder what will be the chances of ever having another opportunity such as this one?

I met up with this doe while walking on a small country road in Seabright, Nova Scotia where I spent much time as a young girl, first with my grandmother and then with an aunt and uncle who basically adopted my brother and me at 10 and 12 years respectively. We spent many weekends in Seabright at “Greenrigs” where my grandmother lived, and later on after she died, at “the camp” which she left to my aunt and uncle on another cove not far away.

“The camp” really was a camp in the true sense of the word. In fact, it was originally my grandmother’s hen coop! It was small and had no running water with an outdoor toilet.  Over the years, my uncle put his carpentry and landscaping skills to work to fashion out  ‘the camp” as we knew it. It was situated on a sheltered cove off the main part of St. Margaret’s Bay so swimming, diving off the wharf, rowing, water skiing, when my uncle could afford a motor boat, fishing, and picnicking on one of the many islands are some memories of my life at “the camp”.

Meeting the doe was a result of my curiosity to see what was now there where “the camp” once was. Some things still remain, such as a railing my uncle built leading down to the wharf and the many trees he planted. The actual building which morphed from the hen coop is there somewhere in the middle of the new monster home the present owners have built. The house and the surrounding property are all beautifully constructed but somehow it just doesn’t fit in to the place we called “the camp”. Could it be that the yachts and the homes are simply too overdone for this little cove?

In spite of the changes and the signs of modern-day progress now so evident in dear old Seabright, I am glad I took the time to revisit this part of my past. My visit turned out to be a memorable one because it not only provided me with meeting the doe,  it also gave me an opportunity to reflect on the best part of my childhood there.

Present day monster home. The original part of  "the camp" is to the right.

Present day monster home. The original part of “the camp” is to the right behind the pole.

The cove where "the camp" is located.

The cove where “the camp” was located.

 

10 thoughts on “The Doe

  1. A gorgeous picture of the doe…what a stroke of luck! Lovely story Bets – Seabright looks beautiful – not so dissimilar to our neck of the woods here in Vermont….minus the water of course.

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  2. You have become such a good writer! The Doe is beautiful but here in Iowa we have herds which have now eaten every blossom that I had on my flowers that I have worked so hard on to grow! My hostas are now chewed down and are ragged looking! We live in the city! Just wish we didn’t have such an abundance of deer. Hope to see you in Thailand next year! Diane

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    • Hi Diane

      Yeah, we have the same problem here in NS. The farmer’s are really upset and I don’t blame them. However, they are beautiful. Keep me posted on your plans for Thailand next year. I am going but Graham will be doing his bi-annual trip to Florence again.

      On Thu, Jun 19, 2014 at 10:04 AM, BetsTravelsAbout wrote:

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  3. Wonderful little story, Betty, especially since I know that area so well. I have not seen the monster home before, but remember well the little yellow camp. At first it wasn’t changed too much, just fixed up and I’m wondering if those folks are still the present owners. The cove looks the same as does the view from Greenrigs except that the trees are much bigger so you can see less. We called Greenrigs the Blue House because when it finally disappeared it had been painted blue. But always that little area was called the Blue House and eventually the beach below it became Blue Beach. The doe is beautiful and they are plentiful there. If you notice “No Hunting” signs tacked to some of the trees, I put those up about 22 or 23 years ago. It was an ongoing struggle to keep the hunters off that point even though there were quite a few houses scattered in the fields and woods.

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