Stag in Buttercups

Sweltering - there is no other word for it and those of you who have been camping under canvas will know what I mean here. In my hide in the field  with tickling/trickling rivulets of sweat beading down. Why?! No idea!

No foxes at all but the deer is still there I think, despite Hubs making a commotion in the field late this afternoon with his tractor - annoyingly very annoyingly!