26. 9. 2011

Today started with sunshine greeting me as I opened my eyes in the spot that I have found for myself to rest in.
I will leave the safe childhood nest I know for my mother and siblings that are bound to come.
I started walking to the pond at first and saw a great deal of stags trying to get the attention of the nearby does.
I felt my heart beat a little stronger as I inhaled all the mixed scents in the air but I was chased away soon after.
A comfortable walk with myself later, I set my eyes on a very beautiful and slender doe.
I shook my head to try and ward off the instinct s that I knew were going to come sooner or later. But perhaps she was a real deer too, which would make my try at forest interaction only awkward for us both.
But her sweet scent twisted my thoughts off course before I knew what had happened and I merely walked to her and sniffed the air around her, she’s not ready to mate yet, and my sense quickly returns to me.
I carefully groom some of her fur, being mindful of my sharp canines, it wouldn’t do for me to cut her with them.
But soon our time was interrupted by an older stag who started approaching us.
Fear.
Uneasiness.
Protect.
Stand firm.
My thoughts become a jumble as he walks around, intimidating me.
The lady I had found seems to be more drawn to his company than mine and I stomp my hooves at the stranger while shaking my head and antlers.
He doesn’t take kindly to my act and lowers his antlers at me time and time again.
I rear and kick at him before meeting his antlers with mine.
The blow is strong and jars my neck a bit. The pain registers and I stand down, he follows after me and I run in fear of his strength.
I finally stop and breath when I can no longer hear his hoof falls anymore.
I’m tired and shaken, but this is only the start.

20. 9. 2011

I perk my ears as I hear the distant calls of other stags and buck as they practice their skills and try to secure some semblance of territory to themselves in the crisp autumn air.
I feel the tenseness prickle at my fur as I see the leaves getting more yellow each day.
Mother has told me to be a big stag now and stand on my own feet, I know she loves me and is proud, but it has always been this way in the world.
I shake my fur as another bellow sounds from somewhere nearer to me. I need to keep away from these stags if I wish to even glimpse the next spring.
I walk calmly trough the long grass and notice that it is now dryer than before.
It is dying where it stands, like everything in this forest does.
I hurry my pace as the scent of a stronger male draws nearer, away, I have to get away from him.
There’s distance now, between me and the hill I was at before and I chance a glance backwards. He’s standing there, and he looks at me with his head held high. I relax, he is not following me, I’m safe.
As he proceeds to rub his antlers on the trees that I had rested under for last night, I get a good wiff of his scent. It is strong and unyielding. He easily covers up my lingering scent before making himself comfortable on my spot.
I have no chance here.
If I am to mate this year I need to get further away from him than this.

6. 8. 2011

I woke up today to a horrible horrible amount of noice, there were feet and feathers everywhere and I ran very quickly away.
But I also came back soon as I couldn't find mother and my imagination.. no wait... temper.. no that's also wrong.. it had something to do with interest, I'm sure of it... Curiosity! That's the one!
My curiosity got the better of me and I went back to see what all the feet and feathers were about.
A big bunch of deer were covered in feathers and pretended to be birds on a small hill where I had woken up on and after a little while one of them came to greet me.
He smelled familiar but I can't quite remember his name now.. Then one of those black birds came and I got scared, mother didn't want me near them so I stayed away.
I think that the familiar stag was laughing at me then and laid on top of the small black bird to show me that it wasn't a danger...
I still stayed away, mom had a reason to keep me away from them and I don't want to know what it was.
I also played with another fawn for a little while, but soon I was getting so tired that I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore. Perhaps it is nap time now?

27. 5. 2011

Another fun day spent with mother. we walked about and went home a few times while mom showed me around the forest, and we went to the huge blue wet and cold thing that tastes icky again.
Then we walked about and about and about before going to a red pelted lady that seemed to like mother very much. we ran about with her a while before she started throwing some small balls of light at us that made my head heavy.
And i had my first taste of what was called an pinecone. It tasted horrible and dry and icky and made me cough.
Then there was a huge fluffy white hopping thing, it was so soft when it bumped against me that i wanted to just cuddle up to it.
Then a brown furred huge little creature joined in and a strange deer that my mom didn't want me near to started playing with them too.
I so wanted to play, but mom didn't want me near the deer at all, I wonder a bit, why is it so bad that mommy didn't want me near it?
But soon the stranger went to sleep next to the strange circkle plants and i got to play with the big little creatures.
I think I might have bit one at one point when it scurried underneath a tree to hide.
I still have my mouth full of fur.
Mom had to go somewhere then, and she told me to stay with the nice red pelted lady.
I hope mom will come back soon.

16. 5. 2011

Today was pretty, just like the day I spent with mother. I opened my eyes to find a strange whitebelly brown deer with me, he smelt of flowers.
Then I found a small green creature that hopped a lot. I ran after it as it hid in to the tall grass and tried to lose me. Not happening. For I am the greatest, the fastest and the nibliest hopper hunter of the forest.
There were a few of those red pelted ones that mom didn't like, but I stayed away from them like she told me to.
Maybe I should have just let the hopper go. My legs are shaky and wobbly, they also burn. I don't like it. But the little hopping creature is finally cauth. I think I'll rest my eyes for a little moment now.

9. 5. 2011

I woke up with mother today!
She did glare at me for leaving without permission the other day, but I think we're over that already.
I chased the little fethery fluttery creatures that live in the big trees for a while before we started walking trough the woods.
I know this path, I took it a few days ago, but this time the sunset colored deer wasn't there with their friends. We were about to go to the big blue cold thing on the ground but for some reason mother stopped.
I started walking to the edge of the funny smelling area but my mother yelled me back. I got a bit frightened by that and ran back, I have no idea why mom didn't want me going there but she knows best so I won't question it.
We walked around the blue thing on top of the hill next to it and I was captivated by the scenery, it looked so pretty when it sparkled in the sunlight. I also saw some sun colored little things on the ground that smelled nice and I was so captivated by their little delicate patterns that I never noticed the two strangers that arrived.
One looked like a one that I had met but somehow different at the same time. The other had a strange broken pelt on him and mommy didn't want me making friends with him. I don't understand why. He just wanted to say hello like the other one a few days ago.
He left and we kept walking and stood by a small trickle of the blue thing that was filling the area a little distance away. There were many pretty red things in the grass and a huge stone that had the blue stuff dripping down from it. It was strange, but somehow understandable.
We hopped about the stone before mother told me to come closer for a while as she leaned in to the little blue trickle on the ground. I was curious. What was it?
I leaned down to give the blue thing a sniff, it smelled the same as the bigger one. It felt the same as I gently touched it with one of my hooves and my mother glanced up at me then, nodding her head and pressing her mouth in to the cold blue trickle. It looked weird to me, but I guess it was for some reason.
The strange deer with a broken pelt came back then, and mother was stomping her hooves on the ground, I felt a bit frightened now. Was something wrong with this person? why didn't mother want me to approach him? He suddenly disappeared and a red pelted deer took it's place, I was shocked. Where did the one with the broken pelt go? I wanted to go see, but mother still didn't let me away from her. Were red pelt's bad too?
The deer went away after a while and my mother quickly started walking, I followed her until I saw the biggest tree I had seen so far. I just had to stop to take a sniff and circkle it a few times, but mom came and gently nudged me to get me moving. Why were we in such a hurry?
We walked to a big area that was filled with more blue stuff, but this smelled different, it smelled sweet. There were two deers there too, a one with a black pelt and another that looked like mom. It was weird, the not mom seemed nice enough but I didn't go close to her, If I did I might have mixed her up with mom. I didn't want that to happen, I liked MY mom just fine.
The black deer took me up to a tree, it was bigger than the one I had seen before but also a bit more boring, this one was smooth.
He rubbed his head against it making a scraping sound as he did and wanted me to do the same for some reason. I tried, but it didn't make the same sound as it did for him so I didn't continue this game further.
I bounced around in the little blue things that I later learned were Blueberries, and chased after the little brown furry things I found there, but they always escaped me in the end. A few very pretty white fluttering things went by overhead and I started following one. Mom yelled at me just as I was about to walk past the big trees that surrounded us, I was going too far.
I played a little while longer before my eyes felt too heavy to keep them open any longer and my legs felt stiff and wobbly at the same time.
I went to mother and curled up by her warm and fluffy side as the world faded away. I liked today.
Perhaps I could live today again tomorrow?