Oh dear, oh deer, oh dear

I know, three deer shots on consecutive days. Promise no more tomorrow.

A few young bucks were sniffing around the edge of the harem. They kept the stag on his toes. He had to constantly warn them off either with a chase or a bellow. Sometimes both. The young buck with one, very short, antler was the most persistent. No doubt his day will come. Just not this year.

Pop over to my Blipfolio to see the story of the rut.