A White Stag has been sighted in the Scottish Highlands.
I am struck by how people, even those usually pragmatic to a fault, are having a visceral response to this sighting. The fact that the location of the deer has to be kept secret breaks my heart. Why would someone want to destroy something so beautiful, so special and rare?
I remember when the White Buffalo was born in Wisconsin. I very nearly took a pilgrimage to see her. Now I wish I would have.
Even if one doesn't believe in the myths and legends associated with such creatures, it is impossible to deny that they have a sense of "otherworld-ness" to them. Perhaps if I were to watch them behave just like every other (traditionally colored) animal of their species, I would lose that sense of awe.
I hope not.