Rut nuts

It’s that time of year. Time for the rut. At the rutting stand, stags fight, maybe to the death, with impressively dangerous antlers clashing, heads impacting like steam hammers. Could these cranial poundings, detaching cerebral connections, be responsible for the creatures’ nutty, punch-drunk behaviour?

The toughest, or sneakiest, beast gets the spoils. Super stags get the shags. Probably a good survival strategy, but what about the wisdom of ensuing gene concentration? Still, they’re hard-wired for a hard fight for a hard-on.

The subsequent rut itself is so perfunctory, one wonders if it’s really worth the effort.

DOE!