As spring moves towards us the deer are stirring , more small groups, along with the occasional larger group, have become far more visible. Alert to our presence, they don't bolt at first, they way us up, our potential threat. The stare off continues for a couple of minuets before the stag turns away slowly, listening intensely, pausing for frequent back glances, just to make sure, and finally the family leave the copse they were grazing in and disappear into an undulous mass of deep heather and scrubby gorse.
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