Natural history -- England -- Hampshire; Natural history -- Outdoor books
Hearing a buzzing noise in a large unkept hedge, {73} I went to the
spot and found a stag trying to extricate himself from some soft
fern-fronds growing among the brambles in which he had got entangled.
In the end he succeeded, and, finally gaining a point where there was
nothing to obstruct his flight, he launched himself on the air and
flew straight away to a distance of fifty yards; then he turned and
commenced flying backwards and forwards, travelling forty or fifty
yards one way and as many the other, until he made a discovery; and
struck motionless in his career, he remained suspended for a moment
or two, then flew swiftly and straight as a bullet back to the hedge
from which he had so recently got away. He struck the hedge where it
was broadest, at a distance of about twenty yards or more from the
point where I had first found him, and running to the spot, I saw
that he had actually alighted within four or five inches of a female
concealed among the clustering leaves. On his approaching her she
coyly moved from him, climbing up and down and along the branchlets,
but for some time he continued very near her. So far he had followed
on her track, or by the same branches and twigs over which she had
passed, but on her getting a little farther away and doubling back,
he attempted to reach her by a series of short cuts, over the little
bridges formed by innumerable slender branches, and his short cuts in
most cases brought him against some obstruction; or else there was a
sudden bend in the branch, and he was taken farther away. When he
had a chain of bridges or turnings, he seemed fated to take the wrong
one, {74} and in spite of all his desperate striving to get nearer,
he only increased the distance between them. The level sun shone
into the huge tangle of bramble, briar, and thorn, with its hundreds
of interlacing branches and stringy stems, so that I was able to keep
both beetles in sight; but after I had watched them for
three-quarters of an hour, the sun departed, and I too left them.
They were then nearly six feet apart; and seeing what a labyrinth
they were in, I concluded that, strive how the enamoured creature
might, they would never, from the stag-beetle point of view, be
within measurable distance of one another.
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