Stags

The hunter shoots stags and hares.

We gazed round us at the high, thin window of old stained glass, the oak panelling, the stags’ heads, the coats-of-arms upon the walls, all dim and sombre in the subdued light of the central lamp.

No sail, but wandering on the shore he sees / three stags, and, grazing up the vale at ease, / the whole herd troops behind them in a row.

Can stags be heard barking all year round?

Can stags be heard belling all year round?