On the opposite hillside beyond the stream and the trees another group could just be seen.
He was suspicious and decided to walk over. Two stags were there.
One of them was large but his antlers were no match.
There was a lot of staring from 30 yards before the less well endowed made a judgement and moved off. The senior stag then patrolled the hillside. His now deserted group of hinds remained obediently where they had been. They stared across from a distance but looking slightly peeved.
Elsewhere rivalry can be more bitter.
But this time, after a cold night, unlike the stags, Robins are competing for food.
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