Reeves Muntjac

There is a Muntjac at the bottom top of our garden and it walked across to the flower border, near this window, where Mrs GOG had some flowers, which were still in bloom. It walked up to the flowers, bit their heads off and then spat them out in disgust; I did not tell Mrs GOG at the time as she was out shopping and would have been cross anyway.

Today’s picture is of the Muntjac before it committed this crime and then ran away when a train went past.