"Since we finished early, I might go out with my rifle and see if I can get those deer in the pen. But I have to be back in time for the vicar. Do you want to come?"
Underkeeper Pete's due to get married in a month's time and even a visit from the vicar to plan nuptials doesn't interfere with gamekeeping duties. This was a culling mission to deal with maurading deer so two rifles are better than one, and I might help get him home on time. There's plenty of time to make your wife mad at you after you're married.
The deer were in their regular spot on the side of hill. I picked one up in the scope: a roe doe. She was an easy shot, 50 yards away. I couldn't pull the trigger.
I think all the hatching has put me in a birth frame of mind, not a death one. I feel sympathetic for all mothers in springtime.
The buck was another story - a small two-year-old, perfect for culling even if he wasn't doing damage. Roe bucks are in season now. I couldn't get a shot at him, but Pete did.