Bolderwood Hill

Bolderwood Hill

Shoosh

 

We were blessed with a glorious winter morning. The stands are all but naked now, only the occasional stubborn bough holds on; views last seen at the dawn of Spring return. The stands are quite too, the whole forest is, little stirs. On mornings like this it's as if you're walking through a landscape asleep. Shoosh.

 

The Boys

I'm constantly surprised, and somewhat concerned, by the increasing carefree nonchalance of the forest's deer; Geoff and I sat in plain sight watching a group of young stags for 10 mins, and the boys continued their grazing as if we weren't there. How rude. Don't they know that historically Geoff and I represent their biggest predatory threat, well, not us personally, but humans and canines; where's the acknowledgement of our predatory prowess? That said, they could obviously see that we were nothing but a pair of harmless chumps. Still, on a serious note, I've noticed that over the years how the forest's deer have become far less concerned about humans than they used to be, or maybe should be; back in the day they'd have been gone at the mere hint of us, and to see a deer close up was a rare treat.