No proper time of day..........

People grumbling about the current period of grey, damp weather should spare a thought for wild animals who are out in it 24 hours a day and in all seasons. Up on Blacka this morning once again the mist was rolling about, sometimes briefly opening out and then closing in, but always grey.

No dawn - no dusk - no proper time of day.
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease

....as Thomas Hood famously described the month. Full poem here.

Just visible were the permanent residents contemptuous of occasional visitors like us.

A slight improvement revealed the usual group of three including the two hinds.


The stag is now eating with a much restored appetite. Maybe the rut is over now and he needs to build up some strength for the coming colder weather. He allowed us to get fairly close before looking up.