Worn out
The observant among you will have spotted this this is a big old fallow buck, and concluded that I didn’t take the photo in my garden. R, whose phone number I’d inadvertently given to the Covid testing people (seriously, don’t … Continued
R and I had entry tickets for Charlecote this morning, but when we discussed the trip yesterday we were both ambivalent about going; we didn’t quite decide to call it off, but it seemed more than likely at that point … Continued
R and I went to Charlecote this morning, where most of the park is now open, bar a section to the north of the lake, which is still cordoned off as a sanctuary for the fallow buck herd. We walked … Continued
This morning R and I took our “visitors” to Charlecote for Compulsory Fun. In the end I think I can say that a good time was had by all of us, though the whole process of gathering everyone together and … Continued
The rut is getting into its stride at Charlecote now. Alpha bucks are stamping around shouting like Vogon captains, rounding up females and chasing away yearling males; does are getting flirty and ignoring their fawns, which are wandering around making … Continued