A call of the wild.

Despite a few rain showers which necessitated sheltering under willows until they passed over it was a lovely morning in Bushy Park.The Stag has to be my favourite. He had obviously had a very rough night. He was in the same place in the bracken all the while I was in the park. For the most part all that one could see were his points. Every twenty minutes or so he would get up. let out a few bellows, then sink back down again into the bracken.