The Rut is over.
I took the day off cutting soggy grass and dripping hedges, to go and see my friends the deer.
The stags are regrouped with their own sex. A few are resting and grazing on grass in the lower valley, broken antlers and weary eyed!
I heard the occasional distant desperate roar high in the glen, but mainly it is over.
Soon the wind will funnel through the hills from the north and snow will blanket the highest tops. The herds will all then move to lower ground in the valley floors.
Soon it will be winter ...