A fallow period indeed, for work (I am "self-unemployed," as a friend described himself) and for birding (those easterlies are but a distant memory). I tried to cheer myself up with some filthy local twitching earlier in the week - and dipped everything I went for. That'll learn me. But I did spend an enjoyable couple of hours with a Fallow Deer buck and his harem. A proud boy.
In contrast, this male was skulking away in bracken. The scars on his face make me wonder whether he failed in his pop at the top. And the flies buzzing around his bum suggested that all was not well in this particular cervid world. Winners and losers...