Watching

Sometimes you're the watcher, sometimes you're the watched.
I went up to Longshaw today check on the nest boxes in my bit of woodland. There were lots of birds singing, including the Pied Flycatcher in extras. As I checked one of the boxes, I suddenly got the feeling I was being watched and when I turned round, there was this solitary Red Deer eyeing me.
We went to the cafe for some lunch and got roped in to filling the bird feeders, for which we were rewarded with an excellent sighting of a Willow Tit.