Not paying attention that is. Up here in the miserable land of wet and midges it was nice yesterday so not unnaturally I was drawn into the forest in the late afternoon. It was beautiful with just enough wind to keep the midges off but not be offencive. So I parked up and set off.
Today was different, I did not take my quad with me which meant I was on shank's pony, as some of you now I do not ride that particular beast very well so it was not long before I was sat on the heather just enjoying the forest. The only thing to spoil it was the flies, it is the time of year for the bloody things they don't bite or anything just annoy. I had sat there for about half an hour or so then set to with the buttalo, my plan was to have a call sit for another 20-30 mins and then move off. Well I was just sitting there waiting for the sex mad bucks to arrive going flat out when, as usual, I started to get absorbed in other things, the first thing was a noise in the plantation behind me that was in all probability a deer moving, a buck? may have been but I never found out. Then the wood pigeons started, I don't know how many there were no more than a dozen I bet, but it was so quiet and still there could have been hundreds!
Then there were noises coming from under the grass and heather, some wee beastie was having a root around in there, never did see it but from the noise it must have been a Shetland pony sized mouse or shrew or vole or some such thing. Then I heard a sort of whirring dry rustling sound that I could not place turned out to be a dragon fly's wings as it was nipping about in the heather, never realised how noisy they were. I have no clue how long I was sat there absorbed in all of this. I then lifted my eyes and about twenty yards away I spotted an ear and true to form there was a deer connected to it. There was a Roe doe standing there looking at me, I did not want to move because I knew that the minute I did it would break the spell and she would be off. So there we were just looking at each other, so I said to the deer, "how are you today" she stamped her foot showed me her arse and was gone in an instant. I thought it was best to go home then, after a touch of the Dr Doolittles like that whisky is called for.
How many of the tree hugging, bath dodging brigade that always give us such a hard time, ever get into the woods or up the hill to enjoy what they always reckon we are out ruin for everyone. They would probably be afraid to sit in a forest on their own, too many noises. I'd love to put them in a forest just as night fell and a Sika whistled, that would would make the adrenalin brown!
If only they knew what we know, saw what we see, experience what we do I am sure they would benefit. Mind you they would have to get out their pits to do it