Early spring and leaves are few but birds sing. Last year thrushes were dominant at this time, but today it was a blackbird who chose to occupy the stage.
A group of timid hinds ran across the moor towards cover, then up the side of the hill. They were accompanied by one young stag who preferred their company to that of the older males.
Later we were in their favoured secret valley and they watched from the slope.
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