I squealed in joy this morning when reading about Celtic tradition and Highland dream lore. It turns out that the MacKenzie clan totem is the deer.
Super early starts were a given when I lived in the highlands. I’d quietly open the bathroom window each morning and watch the deer grazing below in the morning dew. They were there more often than not, and this morning ritual never lost its magic even after the 100th time. I captured a photo of this (very healthy looking!) fella, dashing in his red summer coat, amongst the July bog cotton only metres from the house.
Further south it’s the roe deer who live amongst us. Last night Ossian and I stood at the top of the hill and watched a pair of them fly over the stone dyke and disappear into the forest, while the sun was setting over the Pentlands.
Deep respect little deer children!