We spent a time with Terry and the deer and especially with Lenny. Lenny is very social but prefers people to deer. This makes life difficult as he is not one of the herd as he should be. Ensuring Lenny gets his fair share of food, Terry used us, while distracting the bulk of the herd by scattering feed further away, to ensure Lenny got a better deal. Lenny is small as well which makes integration a little more of a problem for him.
The parkland today is quiet. The snow, now frozen from being on the ground for a week now, was firm enough to walk on and, where deep, icy enough to behave like dry sand, hardly sticking to the boots.
Hare tracks laced the white fields south of the Rotunds, and soon Ian spotted one making a dash from one hole in the snow to another. As Minerva appeared as the Argyll monument rose into view, there was clearly a large bird perched upon her head. A buzzard sat on this vantage point and, after a brief flight away returned to take up the spot again. Clearly disturbed by our approach, it took off again and flew towards Broomroyd plantation. That was the last we saw of that day.