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E60F5D14-1BB2-4593-8F31-3520C22344BE The sight of Roe Deer has become increasingly common in Brampton in recent years (see link to other posts within the Village blog), but they always feel like an encounter with a wilder, slightly separate world. Usually, the sighting it at some distance and commonly it is for a fleeting moment before the deer melt into the safety of woodland. However, the other evening the encounter was closer. It was all the more surprising because, as we walked along with the Whippets, conversation was in full flow – not the whispers and hand signals that so often have to accompany a deer stalk. The wind was in our favour, blowing from the deer to us – otherwise they would have sensed us, a hundred yards further back. But on this occasion it was an eye to eye meeting, as can be appreciated by the resultant photos.

 

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Brampton Autumn – the Roe

September 4, 2016

The deep repetitive bark of the Roe Buck echoes around the wood. A sure sign that the rutting season is in full swing as the buck, high on testosterone, marches in wide circles and calls to those that would hear.  A somewhat primeval sound and one that has filled the valley for millennia.

July Deer

July 15, 2012

It is mid-July, the Roe Deer appear to have completed their shenanigans. Their barking calls, which recorded the rivalry and pursuit of the females by territorial bucks, reached a peak of during the late evenings of the past week. They could be heard from the village – the sound echoing over the valley from their woodland arena. But now, the buck can be seen in the open, he is escorting one doe and they have separated from any competition. The two deer watch me part nervously, part disdainfully from the hafllinger field. They keep their distance and carefully increase it if I approach too closely. The buck’s summer coat shows him to be in peak fitness and condition. This year there is no sign of the scars of battle which he carried on his left flank last season. I manage to capture a poor photographic image as he meets my gaze.

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