On the trail of the crazy gang
“Deer are hell-bent on munching every crop in the district”
The sea of bright yellow flowers appearing and the accompanying sweet smell of oilseed rape pollen surely signal a turning point in the year. The heat can finally be felt in the sun as it climbs higher in the sky and all around us the warmth of spring is evident. There are stunning cones of horse chestnut flowers, rapidly growing cow parsley and dozens of little rabbits.
As April ticks towards its conclusion, though, the end of the fallow stalking season makes a steady countdown and with it the last chance of managing a population of deer hell-bent on munching every growing crop in the district.
There had been a particularly disruptive group of fallow bucks, 13 in total,
