No sooner had the Kingfishers disappeared yesterday, than the Muntjac turned up in exactly the same spot; opposite our windows on the far bank. Struggling to get the chores done here with ringside seats to such royal entertainment and in grave danger of chopping off a finger or two as I prepare food whilst not looking what I'm doing.
We had to move extremely carefully as he seemed aware of our presence and ready to bolt
I did just manage to fit in a 3 hour walk and make dinner, but that's all that did get done. Who cares!
It's still pretty out
man woman and her dog - about to leg it after something (the dog, not Lesley) by the look of him. Probably Fallow Deer. No pictures of those so far; nor likely to be I suspect unless we build a hide. Still, who knows what will turn up outside our windows next.
This sure as hell beats pounding the floodbanks!