Young Stag, bracken, fog

If I wake and its foggy I get out to the park as fast as possible. One of my greatest thrills is entering the gates around dawn and facing a wall of dense fog and possibly sudden death on the antlers of a testosterone fuelled stag.
This one wasn't of the large and dangerous variety and was even more surprised than me as we bumped into each other in the deep bracken.

Thanks for all the comments on yesterdays. I've spent a lot of the day tweaking young ladies in underwear. My life is almost intolerably tough at times