Twigs crack in the undergrowth. A black nose pushes through the thicket, then another, then dozens. Magnificent antlers perch on slim, grey-brown heads and the fresh snow crunches below delicate hoofs: the deer arrive at the wild feeding site. Just ten metres away, around two hundred people have gathered to watch, well wrapped up in warm coats. They have come to marvel at the kings of the forest as they feed. All of them are quiet as mice, even the children.