Tuesday 28 February 2012
About 6.15 I stepped out of the shed and the fox was there, looking at me. We stood for a moment, then s/he trotted off while I fumbled frantically to get the camera out, turned on, and focused (as best it can). When the fox reached the turning onto the track, s/he stopped and waited for me to take this picture, then flitted into the dusk.
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