Exhausted Stag

I’d watched this Stag lose its harem of Hinds to a rival. After his exhausting attempts to defend them failed he wearily walked away from the scene alone and defeated. Eventually he sat down in the bleached grass by a copse of Silver Birch Trees to lick his wounds and take a well-earned rest at the end of a very long day. Just before the sun dropped below the trees the soft light transformed the scene giving it a fairy tale appearance. The peace and quiet was punctuated by the mournful bellows of the Stag in the direction of his former Harem.