Steph Morrow Shenanigans

Autumn has desended on the meadow. The leaves are changing colour and falling on to the brown dry grass, scorched by the summer sun. Acorns regularly fall, littering the path and pinging off the fence. Tall Mushrooms sprout sporadically finally seeing the pale autumn light. 

Rudy Muntjac, born in the Spring, is now fully grown. A dark brown colour, he scampers in the undergrowth, disappearing in a flash with white tail held high, if he hears or sees anything unexpected. His mum regularly visited, leaving him to forage in the wider forest in the day, but comes less so now. He forages himself enjoying the abundance of acorns and windfall apples. Fattening himself before the cold winter arrives, when food will be more scarce. 

The blackberries are now overripe and the fallen apples are spoiling. Rudy doesn’t let that hold him back though and still takes time, nibbling the best and most sweet parts of the fruit. Hiding in the bramble bushes during the day and enjoying the space of the meadow by night. It is a good life for a small muntjac.

One evening he smells something different. A most enticing and mesmerising fragrance on the breeze. The cool night air enhances it’s arhoma. Each evening he ventures past the meadow boundary. Feeling more and more confident with every trip.

Eventually he’s brave enough. Barking out into the darkness, shouting out to the smell and in his astonishment a bark is returned.