There was a look about this stag, almost an invitation, as he paused before disappearing over the crest of a low hill....
....to join his mate - perhaps his brother - in a grassy hollow. For a few minutes they waited, almost as if to make sure they had my full attention, then....
....they started sparring. Nothing serious, just some gentle manoeuvres, testing each other's strength. It may have been that this was all for the benefit of....
....some other stags, one a magnificent beast, watching from the hill beyond, but the only time they stopped was....
....to look in my direction to make sure I was still there, still interested and watching, after which....
....they went back to some more sparring except, this time, it was a little more serious, with some weight going into the short charges.
The bout went on for about five minutes, after which they suddenly backed off, and looked once more in my direction before heading off to join the other stags on the hill.
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