This morning on his early walk with the two dogs, the farmer saw a female deer in the pasture. She watched from a distance as they came into the field and then jumped the wall and went off down the fields towards the lane.
The rut takes place around October time and the fawns are born around May, so the females will be beginning to get restless. Added to that, the place where I suspect many of them give birth has been felled. Yes Forty-acre wood has been sawn down.
The farmer remembers the trees being planted and thinks it was between forty and fifty years ago, so it is time the trees were felled and the whole area was replanted. When we passed this morning on our way to the Garden Centre for our vegetable seeds we stopped and saw that all the rubbish which had been left when the trees were felled had been put through a 'chomper' and was now a nice layer of tidy wood chippings. Now I expect they will replant the whole area.
The woodland on the other side of the lane has been left intact - I suspect for the breeding of the pheasants and also for somewhere for the deer, so it is not all coming down at once. But I am sure it will have unsettled the deer who spend most of their time in that area.
It's always sad to see trees felled but these pine trees do have a life span and no doubt the money received from the sale of the pine trunks in the photograph will go a long way towards paying for the replanting.
The visit to the Garden Centre is always a pleasure. This is a family owned and run place and the quality of the plants is superb. I nipped into the greenhouse to see the tiny seedlings of peppers,, cucumbers, tomatoes etc. just beginning to grow, and as usual the smell was that delightful healthy, damp, growing smell. I love it. Every season sets out with hope - then along come the pests - the slugs, the aphids, the mice, the rabbits etc. Still, you win some, you lose some - but always fun trying.
Tanya of Lovely Greens sent me a handful of red kidney bean seeds to try - I shall put them in when we return from our short holiday in Northumberland and when all danger of frost is past. Hope springs eternal,