Now only just a year old a young stag has suffered a, surely fatal, broken leg probably from leaping over a wall and into some logs lying awkwardly on the other side. However much you're aware of the inevitable state of life in the wild it's hard to resist the welling anthropomorphism telling you that it's so unfair. This is probably the one we've watched from his first spotty appearance and whose mother could occasionally be seen doting on him until just recently. This post now seems a bit prescient.
One Year
One Year
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