Like the snails on trees, see one and you see more.
Somewhat gruesome discoveries during a survey of some woodlands.
I did see one running deer. I think it was a muntjac. No surprise that it didn't hang around.
These, however, did hang around.
Not the normal pheasants. Turns out they are Reeves's pheasants.
I had emerged from a hedge and I wonder if they thought I was some kind of herbivore? Actually, I am some kind of herbivore, so they were right.
I left them some suet pellets.
The night before, on the way back from the hospital, I came across a loose calf in the middle of the road. I encouraged her through an open gate which I closed and then found someone who could at least contact the farmer whose land I had encouraged her onto.
Those were fairly OK animal encounters.
This last... I was sitting in a wood when I saw a kite in a tree not far off. He stayed there as I ate some apple, coughed and took pictures of trees. When I started moving - I was following a path that led toward him, he flew into a nearby tree.
I was admiring him when he took off again, heading to another tree close by.
And again, I felt that guilt... my intrusion and grasping. Yet, I post it nonetheless. Hypocrite.
Such beauty though. And that mournful call. My heart stirs to see and hear them. To be part of their consciousness. Briefly.
You did well rounding up that calf. Good for all concerned!