Having partaken of a hefty meal on the sweet, young bramble and nettle shoots, this playful faun decided to have a game with his mom. I imagine this is part of the faun’s “education” on how to defend himself and, later in life, battle for a wife during the rutting season, and then protect his wife and children following a successful rut!!!

I know it's two months late, but March madness seems to have suddenly come to Spixworth. Don't know whether it's the sudden upturn in temperature, sun stroke or whether it's the early onset of senility but I DEFINITELY seem to be having a few "senior moments" last week

I was out to prove that there's no merit in the "Friday the 13th" myth. But would my theory prove correct? It’s 9.15 and I’ve just come into my home office and checked the calendar. Friday the 13th! So, how’s my day so far?