Yesterday I had a quick trip into Woburn, and decided on a walk along the footpath through the deer park. Maybe some deer would be about?
It was freezing cold, and very dull as I made my way through the trees, along the path to the ‘park’. A few birds singing from above, and some Canada Geese calling from the small lake. And there, on the other side, picking its way through the long grass, a small deer. He hadn’t seen, or heard me. I stood still, and watched as he came forward from the long grass curtain.
A youngster by the looks of him, or her. He stopped, looked around, and moved forwards some more. A sound made him look back; I held my breath.
We stared at each other for ages. Neither of us wanting to move. I was in no rush. He sniffed the air, but no breeze would carry my scent. He gazed forward, eyes not moving from mine. Voices in the distance; a couple walking their dog. And then he was gone; melting into the long grass once again.
I carried on, the sky turning blacker with each step. Past the stables, as the footpath led the way ahead, through the park. Then a ‘patter’, as rain hit my coat. A mixed flock of Fieldfare and Redwing were probing the grass ahead; but no sign of the mighty stags I’d seen on my previous visit.
The rain began to turn to snow, light flurries at first, but quickly becoming more earnest in its desire to blanket the ground once again. My breathing was becoming deeper, maybe I’d walked a bit too far……..……….I decided to turn back and a slow walk towards the car park.
Always another day.