November 23rd – Despite the wet, I had the urge to pop down the Fly Bay track to the north heath. It wasn’t luck, I think my innate deer magnet pulled me that way.
And there they were – a handsome, young stag and his harem mud bathing. He had clay on his antlers that he cleaned off on a bush, the pleasure this gave evident in the stag’s expression.
Within minutes the ladies were on the move, and he drifted after them – a lovely sight on a wet, grey afternoon.
My companion and I were transfixed, and these are not my photos – but I was stood right there when they were taken…
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