Fernworthy Forest
You don’t often hear deer sounding cross – but the mother had cleared the fence and the young ones hadn’t – she wasn’t pleased. A recently made track through the forest has been colonised by huge numbers of thistles which were covered with (slightly) reassuring numbers of butterflies (skippers, peacocks, red admirals). As I was wandering through the thistles, a deer poked her head up a few feet in front of me – I’m not sure who was most surprised.
The wren looked unusually evil, one of the fleeing deer looked like it was being ridden by a stonechat, the buzzard looked wrong so I snapped it to see what was going on – it’s very blurry, but is that a rat in it’s talon? or maybe a mole?
My favourite photos almost always take me back to the aesthetics of Dean’s Gift Book Of Nursery Rhymes. I really don’t think I’ve moved on at all since I was about three years old.