Early morning and the first of the suns rays makes the silvery hoar frost encrusted grass sparkle like gem stones, a thick white mist lies in the hollows and tendrils of it can be seen on the surface of the Loch, this frost mist is much whiter than the mist one would normally encounter on the hill., On the side of the glen where the sun has penetrated the frost, the Birch trees now, bare of leaves look purple in the distance, likewise the Rowans have lost their leaves, their orange berries long since devoured by Fieldfares. Strangely enough the tall Larch's by the Loch side still retain their needles,no longer green but a shimmering gold in the suns rays. A group of deer suddenly appear from the mist to bask in what little warmth this late Autumn sunshine can provide. Turning the glass on them, one can see that some of them have frost clinging to their necks and backs, however this is no great hardship for them as a Red deer's winter coat is a double coat, quite different from the single coat of summer, the outer guard hairs of the winter coat resist the wet, keeping dry their inner woolly coat, which insulates the animal from the cold. One will often see Red deer in wet weather apparently soaked, give themselves a quick shake leaving them quite dry. The group is made up of hinds, calves and followers, the knobbers now returned to their place in the group, from which they had been displaced during the rut. The stags having left for their wintering ground sometime ago. Within little more than an hour the sun has banished the frost from the glen and is climbing into a cloudless blue sky and while it promises to be a good day, somehow the magical beauty of the early morning has been lost.