A young buck strolls along the canal trail in the fog.

Then down to some human fruit trees and tasty shrubberies. There’s a gathering of does a kilometre away and the older bucks will be fighting over them the next afternoon.

But that’s not the bold young one. He never showed up at the joust. This is the bold young one, following a minute later:

What a little guy, following along a year earlier than most!

Usually, these little guys hang out with each other at this time. Not this one. He’s got spirit.