On Wednesday evening (very early) I went to put some rubbish into the recycling, and when I opened the front door, there was a fox, standing by the car, as Bold as Brass. He looked at me and slowly turned away to cross the road.
I poped back into the house to grab my camera, and here are my snapshots. They aren't perfect, but I hope portray the immediacy of the moment.
We have a great many foxes in Richmond, and I usually see several over a week, but usually this is at dawn or dusk, and they aren't quite as bold.
This particular fox may well be a vixen, I know that the Vicarage garden (two houses away from my home) has had a number of fox families, with cubs over the last few years. So this may just be a very tired Mum returning home after a brief respite from minding the babies.
|Mr or is it Mrs? Fox|
|Crossing the road after a long stare|
|Not in a hurry|
|What shall I do now?|
|Look both ways|
|And carefully cross the road|
|Back again, and I'll just ignore her this time!|