Not far from my house, approx 350 yards, there is a large wood (tiddsley) which is owned by the Worcestershire Wildlife Trust. It used to be famed for its bluebells and their open days were calendared to coincide with their flowering. Now, alas, there is barely a bluebell to be seen thanks to the muntjac, but there are other deer there too. It is stuffed with roe deer and no shooting is allowed. The overspill from this sanctuary is pushing roe into territory that was previously fallow only. Some of it mine, thankfully!
Being owned by the WWT means that there is public access to all areas of the wood, apart from when the red flags are flying on the MOD firing range. This means I have some cracking walks just up the road from the house, so the lab and I often trundle that way.
This morning was special for me, there is a fairly steep climb from the one entrance to the wood, with a hard track snaking it's way up the slope. I was trundling up the track this morning when the the dog stopped dead in her tracks winding something that was on the right of the track. I raised the palm of my hand and she sat down, as she has been taught to do with no spoken command, and I looked carefully into the shrubbery. There was a roe doe, sqeaking and leading a buck around and around in a little stand of ash not twenty yards from me.
Now not only was I pleased to see the deer, but I was chuffed with the little bitch for showing me the deer. It's nice when a bit of training pays dividends. The other thing of interest to me was how quickly the does squeaks followed one another, with barely a pause. Her breathing rate was quite quick and a squeak came with each breath. I have been using a buttolo call and leaving too long a pause between squeaks seemingly. Now I shall have to try a quicker sqeaking rate and see if I can call a buck, as all I have called so far this year are does.