Deer

On our way to celebrate American Thanksgiving with Alison’s family in upstate New York, we stop for a hike in a bird sanctuary just North of the Canadian-American border. Alison wanted to see migrating birds flock on the banks of the Saint Lawrence river, but the only migrating birds we saw were high up in the sky, dashing South and thus fleeing the upcoming Canadian winter. We saw some small birds, that we fed some of our cashew nuts. Since the nuts were way too big for them to handle we pre-chewed them, just like birds do when they feed their chicks. They didn’t eat out of our mouth though!

Our planned hike wasn’t a big success either. The hiking paths were all flooded because of the high water level, and the ice on the water was not yet strong enough to support our weight. So after trying all possible entries we returned to our car. On the deserted parking lot I gave Alison her first ever driving lesson. I had her making some figure-of-8 turns and shift gear and she did quite well.

Then we saw a deer crossing the road a bit further away, and we changed seats and I drove up to it. A foal fawn joined its mother and even when I got out of the car to take a picture they just stared at me from maybe 3 metres away.