No chance
of a quiet Sunday morning with the Baron in this mood. Some of his bellows were
of a quality and volume that would have gained him a full house at Covent Garden . But with the extra ingredients of
being earth-born and untutored. Other stags were wandering round but he had
chosen his spot well, on a mound where the hinds were grazing in the copse. One
of the less experienced young stags made a brief move forwards but was seen off
more by volume than brawn.
The Baron moved from one side to the other looking
for a chance to prove himself.
The only other stag who might have made a sporting challenge was wisely biding his time further off.
One of the
hinds on the edge of the group looked particularly elegant. After a while she was joined by a young
calf. This picture of wild deer suckling was the first I’ve been able to get.
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