It was a rail fan morning next to the Joint Line, and not much was going on. I had glanced away from the tracks, until I heard the ballast shifting. When I looked up, this young buck was climbing the other side of the tracks. He came down the side I was on. He didn’t really pay me much attention.
Then his small harem appeared and similarly crossed the tracks:
One of them posed for me:
The trio crossed the road, and headed toward the river. Before starting down the bank, they mooned me:
And the young buck gave me one last glance before he disappeared: