Our deer are back. Two fallow deer, first seen at first light a few weeks ago grazing in the Inch under the apple trees, have reappeared. At least we have seen two more fallow deer, this time on our avenue in late evening and assume they are the same.
We have not seen fallow deer here for years – that’s not to say they haven’t been here as they tend to be quite secretive and are more often to be seen at dawn or dusk.
They are more welcome visitors now that our ash in particular and oaks are well past the vulnerable stage, when deer consider the young trees a delicacy and can wreak havoc on new plantations.
The deer will have come down from the Silvermines Mountains, where they are plentiful.
Over the past couple of months Bayly Farm has enjoyed some other energetic visitors – of the human species:
Intrepid cyclists, using Bayly Farm as a resting place, were battling their way over the 600 km route from Mizen head to Malin head – from Ireland toe to top. Cheerful though they were, they were having to contend with inclement cycling conditions in the guise of strong winds, thankfully more with them than against them and heavy squally showers.
A “Monro bagger“. A new term to me but this sprightly visitor to Bayly Farm announced he had just completed climbing all the peaks over 3000 feet on these islands. His final assault entailed bagging the 14 peaks over this height found on the island of Ireland, the majority of which are in the MacGillycuddy’s Reeks, near the Killarney National Park, in Kerry.
Munro-bagging, so named after Sir Hugh Munro, refers to climbing all the Scottish peaks over 3,000 feet of which there are 283. Munro climbed and listed these peaks in the late 1800’s, Ben Nevis probably being the most famous. Over time, any peak greater than 3,000 feet in Britain and Ireland has come to be known as a Munro.
Three friends, going back to college days, took Bayly Farm for themselves as part of an infrequent reunion. Using the house as a base, they scaled our local mountain Keeper Hill, all of 2277 feet in glorious conditions.
They also fished off Garrykennedy in Lough Derg, though failed to bring back dinner, and hiked in the Burren, which they said was magic in the month of May. Magic too, in early July, when the four photos below were taken.