Sunday, 2 September 2012

Armed And Ready


It will soon be time for the big lads to show each other who is boss. The rut tends to start at the end of September and lasts for a couple of months and is a real bonus if you get to see it.
In the evening, as the Sun goes down, the air is filled with the haunting sound of the stags making there presence known and the crash of antlers is never far away.

1 comment:

Bovey Belle said...

We have a large herd of Fallow deer at the "Big House" where I volunteer. All summer the bachelor herd of 30 or so have been down by the house. They will soon not be quite such good friends, I suspect!

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