Out on my bike today to watch the deer rut. The stags are on their knees and each day there seems to be a new victor strutting and bellowing, the vanquished lying down at some distance, occasionally bellowing in response but in a very half hearted way. Found this solitary clover head and it took me back to my childhood again - of sucking the base of each flower to taste the sweetness. Didn't see the snail until I looked at home.