Yet no shortage of noise from the chief male of the herd. And his voice sounds even more commanding close by in the trees than across the moor. One challenger had been rebuffed with excitable charges and vocal threats and was biding his time for the moment. To him we were the intruders.
Younger deer were looking bemused or alarmed while hinds stood by eating and grooming.
They were easier to see than the top stag who was hidden apart from his headgear.
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