When black is the new red
It’s been a quiet start to our expedition. We are in north-west Germany on the trail of black roebuck, a newly recognised species that lives alongside its red brethren in this part of the world. It’s a small party for this stalk — our guide Kim Jensen and his young guest, Mark Longhi Andreasen. As usual, I’m tagging along to chronicle events, but just as excited as the others.
We have been up since dawn, hunkered down opposite a field of corn where our quarry has been active in recent days, but so far no opportunities have arisen in the open marshland. The drainage ditches and rectangular parcels of grass and corn have been empty of black bucks. In fact, I’m beginning to wonder if the lone black doe we glimpsed through the early morning mist is the only one
