Roe deer browse amongst the hawthorn scrub and in the shadows beneath sunlit yew trees. The warm reddish-brown of their summer coats and their large ears are striking. They/ve seen us but they linger under the trees. A peaceful scene until something startles them. Their barking would have been puzzling if we'd heard it unawares.
The rut takes place from mid-July to mid-August. With delayed implantation the does give birth to their kid in May. The doe in my images looks heavy-bellied. In watching wild creatures there is much that is hidden from us
A brood of wall brown butterflies is on the wing, with small heath, dingy skipper and brimstone. From somewhere down in the Lyth Valley comes the distant call of a cuckoo.
We hear and glimpse linnet. Redpoll are vocal and we locate one in the top of a conifer, in silhouette. Willow warbler are everywhere and we hear a green woodpecker.
The gorse looks sick,. Where there's any green in its foliage there are flowers, setting-seed. But the brown and dead foliage bears no flowers. Gorse is an important habitat on the scrub, for linnet and redpoll and I wonder if it will survive whatever afflicts it.