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Feeding Deers in Aarhus, Denmark

Believe me, I am slapping my own wrist as I type this up. I really put the pro in procrastination, it’s something I’ve been working on for my whole 22 years of life. Although it’s now been TWO MONTHS since we drove to Denmark (and a month since my last blog post.. oops), I am only just sitting down and writing about possibly one of the best things I’ve ever done but I just couldn’t let it go undocumented.

I’ve always been a huge animal lover ever since I was a little kid and although I’ve seen plenty of deerĀ in my neck of the woods and frequented countless farm parks over the years, I’ve never seen Bambi’s ancestors trot up to humans with such intrepidity as these little guys.

We hadn’t planned to come to see the deer, we’d actually stumbled across it on our way to the beach. As it was a Sunday morning, there was a throng of families with children bundled up, ready with pockets laden with carrots and apples that we couldn’t miss by the road side. Once the penny dropped and we got over the initial giddiness of the deer, we realised we didn’t have a crumb of food to offer them between us but had completely no shame in picking discarded carrot nubs (haha) off the floor just to get the chance to stroke a deer (luckily they weren’t fussy!)

We were floored by the hoards of deer that approached us incautiously to nibble on the carrots we gripped in our palms. They were so comfortable around humans and had no hesitation in essentially pick-pocketing the younger children who left the end of their carrots hanging out of their bag of deer treats so carefully prepared by their parents.

During rutting season, it is advised to enter the park at your own risk and we did see some deer getting a little bolshie with a few people but nothing more than a swift head-butt up the backside, certainly nothing that stopped us from buying a huge bag of carrots especially to take back the following morning! It added to their characters and their mischievous nature made me love them all the more. I’ve always been a sucker for any animal that shows a hint of wayward behaviour.

The park itself was huge and I’m pretty sure we must of only covered around 20% of it despite ambling around for a good hour or more. I think the deers, or at least the more confident ones, tend to stay close to the gates awaiting the next human carrot-vending machine to enter but they have acres and acres to roam around in. They even have some ‘friends’ in the form of wild boar kept in a separate enclosure (they really are aggressive!)

 

It was a definite highlight of the trip and seemed to be a real hotspot for the locals too. It’s definitely provided me with some memories I’ll cherish for years and years. It just goes to show that you needn’t spend big bucks on activities to occupy yourself whilst away on holiday. Often, the best and most treasured memories come when you ‘do like the locals’. Looking back at these pictures now, the travel bug has returned with a vengeance. I hope 2017 brings adventures as magical as these.