Doe a Deer

Standing in the eerie quiet dark on the edge of the lake just before the break of dawn, trees standing silhouetted against the sky; the lone bellow of the stag travelled hauntingly across the bracken. The pale pink light filtered from the horizon, gently landing on the water ripples which allowed you to make out the birds which were starting to wake . What a wonderful start to my morning!

Early doors to get to the deer before dawn. What a treat to see the red deer stags again with their grunting and bellowing in the rut. However, I just couldn't resist these beautiful small fallow deer gathered on a small hillock. Dainty and pretty!