Thursday, October 04, 2012

A Pagan visit...

This morning was bright, sunny and a bit cool.

It was my turn to walk Bunty through the village wood, where a few Redpolls were still around and seemed to be feeding on seeding Meadowsweet.

We came out on to the main road to be dazzled by the low eastern sun. A car sped past, the driver keener to get to work this morning than me, then I looked up again on to the road ahead.

Standing, staring towards us, in the middle of the road where Jensen Button had been seconds earlier, was a a sight I didnt expect to see at Howick.

A young Red Deer stag, backlit with golden sun, his breath in clouds from his nostrils was frozen to the spot. For a second everything was silent. I refocused my eyes, after all, it was still quite early,  to make sure I wasn't confusing myself. No, he was still there. I thought about speeding cars, and considered what to do, but fortunately nothing was required. He turned on the spot and hopped the gate and he was gone.

Just like a dream...

This evening at dusk I took a walk to see if  the 'spirit of the wood' was grazing in the fields but there was no sign. A brace of Stoats enlivened the return walk as they 'plaited' their way across the road.

A good day...

3 comments:

Ragged Robin said...

Well done Stewart on a wonderful sighting especially as its not something you would expect to see where you live.

Unexpected encounters like yours are so special :)

Ipin said...

Have you been smoking some of Lord Howick's imported plants again?

Stewart said...

Cheers Caroline, a nice comment rather than the one below from that rabble at Druridge ;)