Still no evidence....

...of the rut starting at Powderham.
Some stags were close to the boundary fence allowing me a few shots before they chickened out.
As I watched them from the bridge a kingfisher shot down the stream and didn't stop until it was out of my sight.
I decided to find another footpath on the opposite side of the park where I found another stag resting under a tree, in the bracken.
This one stayed put and was still in the same pose as I walked back to the car.
I got inside just as the heavens opened for the umpteenth time today.