A walk in Ashridge in the afternoon in November a few days ago when the morning mist had not cleared completely.
The main rut was over with only a few bucks with the beautiful full antlers. However this less mature buck was on the edge of the herd of deer hoping for some luck.
An old hand in the thickening mist.
The beautiful autumn colours earlier....
.....becoming hidden and muted as the mist appeared and the sun went down.
The mature buck on his stand calling with his deep throaty growl.
A strange silhouette
The herd were beginning to disappear into the mist and darkening light as we left. The photo is a bit grainy (as nearly all were due to the light levels)
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