The Animals of Farthing Wood is a landmark series in my mind. Like a children's version of Game of Thrones, you never knew who was going to die next week.
I cried my heart out when I thought fox had drowned. Oh and when the mice were impaled on thorn bushes by magpies. Eugh!
I think it was the first TV show when I appreciated how series can csn decline with the seasons. Once the animals got to white deer Park the show lost its focus and got bogged down in the teenage angst of the fox cubs. (Bold was so annoying!)
I've had a lot of years to overthink these things