Muntjack's supper? Or breakfast?

      The wheat is growing rapidly now and in turn the wheat that edges the droves and tracks is being eaten by the Muntjack deer who have been having a midnight feast, almost every night.
      These small deer really are a bit of a plague at the moment, even eating gardens bare in the middle of the village, but here you can see where they've been munching their way through the tops and ears of the wheat crop.
      They only seem to be lavishing their attention on the very margins of the field and that's  probably so that they can get a clear view all round themselves for safety reasons.
      The paradox here is that it gives a clear shot for the farmer too, so watch out for the little red dot Muntjack or you'll end up being a corn fed treat.
      Venison fillet? I don't mind if I do.