This is becoming a string of “almost there” titles. Green fields is okay, but it was more a lake than a river. Well it was a a lake. Absolutely a lake. Not ‘more a lake’ at all.
Do you have those periods in your life when you feel like you are waiting for something? Restless and uneasy, but you have no idea what you are waiting for? The solution for me seems to be to get off my lazy backside and out with the camera. The deer are calving around now, so I set off for Wayne Manor to see if the local herds were co-operating. Of course they aren’t. Then again, giving birth is possibly a little private, so maybe they go off somewhere quiet. Even so, no sign of any fawns.
However, the fallow deer, who are normally quite timid, and off in a corner somewhere, were a lot braver, and quite close to where the public walk.
The red deer are also looking good, and it seems some of them are starting to show signs of the velvet splitting off. However, despite the 10 foot banners in the park telling people to keep 50 metres from the deer, some either cannot read, or choose to ignore the signs. Just hoping that particular gene pool is dried up.
You know how very young children play hide and seek, and cover their faces; on the basis that if they can’t see you then you can’t see them? Well…
And to complete this little “tour of Wollaton Park aka Wayne Manor gardens in order to get out and do something positive”, have you ever seen a coot chick? I had not, but they are amazing. Bearing in mind the coot is a “boring apart from the funny nose shield” black and white bird, the chicks are fiery. So enjoy these amazing youngsters, until next time.