Yesterday I updated my poetry blog. I had watched a man passing outside my window. He was walking so close to the harts, standing grazing next to the sideway. I was pretty amazed how unconcerned the harts where by him, as well as it seemed that he did not notice them. And I was wondering how such a thing was possible.
Today I saw the herd again. Less than 100 metres away from my window. I went out to get a better view.
Since it was a Sunday, many more people had time to just slowly stroll ahead, so they did.
Many noticed the harts. A women with her child (perhaps 6 years old or so) was calmly watching the beautiful animals.They told me that they used to come and see them here. Before the flock was grazing around the railroad, but now they had changed their spot.
It was silence for a minute and then they throwed out some bread to the harts, which at first backed a bit away, then came forward and ate it. The closest hart was just a couple of metres away from us.
More people passed, stopped, took some pictures.
Most amazed was I by the magnificent white hart, since I have never seen anything like it before.
Apparently, people in the area are used of having a white hart in the neighbourhood, since they had seen it before. The particular thing of today was the fact that no less than 11 harts where grazing so close by, without really being disturbed by us humans.
I'll show you...