{"id":6,"date":"2007-09-22T00:00:00","date_gmt":"2007-09-22T00:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.christophersomerville.co.uk\/wordpress\/?p=6"},"modified":"2011-01-20T09:15:51","modified_gmt":"2011-01-20T09:15:51","slug":"import6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.christophersomerville.co.uk\/?p=6","title":{"rendered":"Join an Exmoor stag party for a show of roar power"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"width: 285px; height: 214px\" src=\"\/images\/19807_1.jpeg\" alt=\"\" hspace=\"5\" vspace=\"5\" width=\"285\" height=\"214\" align=\"left\" \/>An answering roar, deep and melancholy, echoes from the hillside opposite. &ldquo;Ah, there they are, dear old boys, giving each other the early warning,&rdquo; smiles Richard Eales, Exmoor National Park Ranger of several years&rsquo; experience and a born deer fanatic. <\/p>\n<p>&ldquo;There are about 4,000 red deer on Exmoor,&rdquo; whispers Richard. &ldquo;The stags can tolerate each other&rsquo;s company most of the year, in a laddish sort of way &ndash; a fair amount of bumping and barging, and even a bit of boxing with their forelegs when their new antlers are growing and itchy. <br \/>&ldquo;But come this time of year, a hint of rough weather gets the old hormones flowing. Their necks thicken up into a big, dark mane and they get all edgy and restless. That&rsquo;s when they have to collect a harem and try to hold on to it.&rdquo;<\/p>\n<p>The throaty roar, like a turbo-charged ram in full voice, comes up from the edge of a wood that we&rsquo;re cautiously approaching. &ldquo;Some call it belling, others say boving,&rdquo; Richard murmurs. &ldquo;It&rsquo;s a challenge and a threat. Usually that&rsquo;s enough to keep a rival away, but sometimes two stags will come face to face. If they&rsquo;re serious, it&rsquo;s heads down and let&rsquo;s get to it.<\/p>\n<p>&ldquo;Lots of people think they fight to the death, but normally it&rsquo;s just a clash of antlers. Or you&rsquo;ll see them walking round each other, sizing one another up, like two blokes in a pub &ndash; &lsquo;Come on, then, if you think you&rsquo;re hard enough&rsquo;, that sort of thing. Then one will back off, and it ends there.&rdquo;<br \/>Hunched down and tiptoeing through the wet grass, we creep towards a five-barred gate. <\/p>\n<p>Here he comes, cantering into view a couple of hundred yards away, a magnificent stag with heavy antlers and a big muscular body. He launches himself clean over a five-foot barbed-wire fence and then a hedgebank before charging straight up the hillside towards his opponent, who&rsquo;s guarding a small hind &ndash; sole member of his harem.<\/p>\n<p>The other stag skitters about nervously. And a particularly loud roar seems to convince him that the game is not worth the candle, and he backs away and moves uphill. <br \/>The victor stops to bell a couple more times, then turns his back and makes his way downhill and into the wood. Behind him trots the hind, now his exclusive property &ndash; unless and until some new stag, bigger, stronger or more aggressive, can manage to lure her away.<\/p>\n<p>Crouched by the gate, we draw breath at the conclusion of this drama. &ldquo;That one up on the common has to start all over again,&rdquo; Richard says. &ldquo;And this one in the wood, he&rsquo;ll have one more hind to guard. And that&rsquo;ll go on for another month or so, until the rut&rsquo;s over and he&rsquo;s mated with as many hinds as he can. The stags get really run down by the end of it, all thin and on edge. <br \/>&ldquo;They&rsquo;re absolutely knackered, poor old boys. Come to think of it &ndash; I was up at five this morning, so I&rsquo;m feeling a bit that way myself. Fancy a cup of tea?&rdquo;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We hear them long before we see them. Into the pre-dawn half-light erupts an extraordinary, drawn-out groan, harsh and amazingly loud in the dawn silence of Exmoor.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-articles","category-4-id","post-seq-1","post-parity-odd","meta-position-corners","fix"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.christophersomerville.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.christophersomerville.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.christophersomerville.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.christophersomerville.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.christophersomerville.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=6"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.christophersomerville.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.christophersomerville.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=6"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.christophersomerville.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=6"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.christophersomerville.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=6"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}