Sunday, 4 August 2013

An Evening With The Sika

As the Sun goes down all you have to do is follow the squeaks and you will find Sika deer. It is a strange noise, slightly eerie, a cross between an old door hinge and a crying baby. Once you get used to it though the squeaks become somehow comforting, a fact that the Sika obviously realise as they settle down for the night.
There are plenty on the Isle of Purbeck, but they are a favourite of mine and I never get bored of watching them.
Daddy's Girl
 



A Tender Moment
 


The Summer Coat

No comments:

The Road to Muckle Flugga

Finally, after a couple of aborted attempts we managed to travel to the northern most part of the UK, some 710 miles north of my home on the...