Out for a potter this evening, I could hear a stag up in the woods on the opposite side of the river valley "bolving" as we call it here on the moor. Decided that I would try having a conversation with him, and started bolving back at him. He answered me several times, and seemed to be trying to find me, as he was definatly getting louder and closer.
I wouldn't try this without the river between us, but it is lovely to have real communication between species, even if I have no clue what I'm saying to him!
I wouldn't try this without the river between us, but it is lovely to have real communication between species, even if I have no clue what I'm saying to him!