100 years ago in COUNTRY LIFE
November 2, 1918
DAISY is a fallow deer; he arrived in a basket one June day in 1909, a forty-eight-hour old baby, a little spotted thing with huge brown eyes and long, ungainly legs. He never seemed to miss his mother and from the first took an interest in everything around him. He soon made his home in the kennel, sleeping at night with three small terriers. After his first year he came and went pretty much as he liked. Twice he has been found solemnly attending a funeral, his ears drooping. His favourite amusement is to go shooting, and he always eats the empty cartridge cases. Often he is very tiresome, but nearly everyone loves him, as he has such friendly ways.