when I’m on the plot that I’m happy to just look and not take any photos even though I could have done. One such occasion was a couple of summers ago. I’d finished watering and was sitting down sipping a mug of water when I noticed a fox over on the nearby path. Slowly, and warily, it headed towards the pond, which meant coming very close to me. I could see that although thin it otherwise looked okay but kept stopping and was panting.
I remained where I was and softly spoke to it as it reached the pond which was only a few feet away. It lapped the water, constantly stopping to look at me, before heading back onto the path. I got the impression that had it sat or laid down it wouldn’t have managed to get up again. I watched it pad down the path towards the fence eventually losing sight of it. The next day I walked along where it had gone but couldn’t see it and never did again.
I used to see the resident foxes quite a lot, and had this close encounter with Missy Fox outside the site gates nearly eight years ago.
Recently I’ve only caught a few glimpses of one or two of them but judging by the numerous paw prints I see across the plot they are around after dark.
Have a good week!