Six deer down on the waters edge this morning. They're grazing happily away in the thin strip of uncultivated ground where the fields merge in to the sea. That's good news. Recently we've only seen three of them. To see the whole herd together is a small and unexpected delight. The two bucks peer warily at us but the females munch unconcernedly away. They seem to have understood that Sophie's contra-indicatory hunting technique is sound heavy but threat light. This morning there are wild pheasants everywhere. They have moved in droves from the shelter of the woodlands and are noisily doing whatever pheasants do in the newly sprouting fields of grass.