A busy crossroads on the dyke....human, pheasant, dear and rodent of some kind.
A deer crossed paths with a smaller critter.
There were tracks everywhere, some old and some new.
The rusty pups stepped over a pheasant's trail.
The pups followed deer tracks and we followed the pups.
Walking along the cold and windy dyke I imagined us a clan of the deer people
following the deer wherever they may roam.
What amuses me is that what I have photographed here is obviously one deer print going to the right and another to the left!