Letting Misty out at night can be quite an entertainment. Last night I opened the door and our 7 and a half kilo cairn came face to face with a full grown red stag – magnificent set of antlers as well. After a hesitant rumble in her throat, the little dog decided she was champion of the garden. High octave yapping ensued and the stag leaped over the fence. He was last seen making ihis getaway towards the hills. I am not sure if he felt defeated or just that the little barking menace, though beneath contempt, was also an unknown.
Of course it could just be that he is a regular visitor to the garden anyway and knows he should not be here nibbling our plants in the middle of summer.
Freda,
This is so descriptive. I can really visualize the whole scene, and it makes me smile. We have deer around here, but I have never seen a stag close up like that. And a red stag? I’m pretty sure we don’t have them in N. America. Ours are grayish-brown.
Enjoy your weekend, and no fainting in church!
How wonderful that must have been! I saw my first stag last summer quite north of here. He was grazing near the water when John and I were looking for a place to put the kayaks in. He didn’t seem to be bothered by us much so we looked at him for a long time. Magnificent is the only word that comes to mind. But not red.
I think “red” is just the generic name for that type of deer, though they are a russet brown in colour. Magnificent indeed – I even managed to forget about them as hosts for the horrible ticks.