A Golden Moment

A Golden Moment

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Our son lives in a town in the north woods of Wisconsin, populated not only by people, but also by a great deal of deer and other wild life. I always hope we will see a deer while we are visiting him; sometimes we do and sometimes we don’t.

Last summer we were sitting on his back patio when a deer wandered into his yard. An avid gardener, my son doesn’t appreciate the deer eating his produce, so he immediately ordered his dog to “go get him!” I asked why he did that and Chris said, “I’m trying to train the deer not to come into my yard.”

Later we ran an errand and took the long, scenic ride home. On the way home we saw two or three more deer. Now you’d think that would satisfy me, but it didn’t. I just like watching the deer. It’s rare to see them in our locality.

After church that evening, my husband and grandson were in the back seat of the truck and I was up front with Chris. He noticed I was craning my neck in every direction and asked what I was looking for, and I said, “I was hoping to see more deer.”

“Let’s see what we can do about that,” he said. We drove for quite a distance and saw only trees and bushes, and finally he headed for home.

We were not too far from his house when I yelled, “Chris, stop.” I had just spotted a doe and twin fawns. He backed up the truck and we watched.

The doe kept her eye on us, even as she was nibbling on leaves from a tall bush. One fawn stayed close to her, mostly hidden behind other bushes. The other one, however, was as curious as I was. He poked his head out from under a bush, splayed his front legs to brace himself, and watched me as I was watching him. I cautiously lowered my window, expecting the trio to bolt at my slightest movement, but they didn’t.

I began talking to the fawn, much as I would a human baby. His nose and ears twitched a bit, but otherwise he remained still. I complimented his beauty and said I was so glad to see him and talk to him. I don’t know how long we stayed there while I talked and he listened, but in my opinion, it was a golden moment out of time.

The men were silent, just watching, but finally Chris said, “Well, Mom, do you think you’ve gotten your deer fix for this trip?” I sighed and nodded my head, and we left.

Thank God for special moments.


Bettilu Davies About Bettilu Davies

Bettilu Davies is a wife, mother, grandmother, and great grandmother. She has authored six published books, first writing fiction for children and teens and recently branching into adult Christian fiction. She has taught piano since 1968 and enjoys reading, crocheting, knitting, paper art, and painting in oils, acrylics and water color.

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