Just as we started out on yesterday's picnic walk, we had a great view of a fallow deer buck. It was a large, bold and confident buck, checking us out from the stand of pine trees to the left of the path. The antlers were only partly grown, covered in the deep, rich burgundy of new velvet. It was alone, which is unusal for fallow deer, as most sightings are of a small herd, each pair of eyes following you, and all poised to race into deep cover at any movement.
And because we had just left Anderwood car park, I still had my camera tucked at the bottom of my rucksack, beneath my rain jacket. So, by the time I managed to turf out everything else, and unzip the camera bag, the deer was on its way. Hence the classic blurred image of the back end of a retreating deer - one of many in my collection.
And because we had just left Anderwood car park, I still had my camera tucked at the bottom of my rucksack, beneath my rain jacket. So, by the time I managed to turf out everything else, and unzip the camera bag, the deer was on its way. Hence the classic blurred image of the back end of a retreating deer - one of many in my collection.