21 January 2012
I seem to have missed out the fox. I stepped out of the camper truck just at dusk, about 6.30 pm on Saturday 21st, and saw what I thought at first was a dog, but as my eyes adjusted it looked more like a cat, but too big, and then I twigged.
'You're a fox!' I said out loud. It didn't deny it. Just stood there, about six metres away and looked. I looked back. After a while, it turned and loped away.
I know it's a pest and a danger to the next intake of chickens, but there is something wonderful about seeing wildlife up close and personal.
I seem to have missed out the fox. I stepped out of the camper truck just at dusk, about 6.30 pm on Saturday 21st, and saw what I thought at first was a dog, but as my eyes adjusted it looked more like a cat, but too big, and then I twigged.
'You're a fox!' I said out loud. It didn't deny it. Just stood there, about six metres away and looked. I looked back. After a while, it turned and loped away.
I know it's a pest and a danger to the next intake of chickens, but there is something wonderful about seeing wildlife up close and personal.
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