Dismal December

By the time I picked out the fallow doe just within the woodland edge, darkness had fallen. Not a complete blackout yet, but it was near night. I spotted her through the thermal imager but could not see her with the naked eye. She was walking slowly from left to right until at the wood corner she was opposite me in my high seat, 40 yards out from the woodland edge.

Still watching through the thermal, I observed her checking out both faces of the wood. She disappeared for a minute or two to check the front face, then reappeared and looked