The dog (male) fox that visits the garden is becoming much more predictable in its habits, and we seem to have established something of a nightly routine. For much of the evening he is lurking nearby, in the shadows. If I go outside he may appear briefly on the steps at the far end of the garden, but he won’t stay there for long. He’s waiting for food.

If I approach to put out something for him (peanuts and maybe a few scraps), he retreats and won’t come back until I retreat at least 9 metres. 8.5 metres and he stays put. Seriously. He seems to have laser-accurate measuring instinct. At 9 metres he’s fine. I move forward… he retreats by the same distance. I retreat… he moves forward. Very occasionally I can inch closer… but if I’m spotted we’re back at square one. Anyway, he’s being very co-operative within those parameters and deserves a hefty blog of his own.

Here he comes...
Here he comes…
Is that 8.5 or 9 metres?
Is that 8.5 or 9 metres?
Ok, you're keeping your distance.
Ok, you’re keeping your distance.
I'll wait here until you move.
I’ll wait here until you move.
That's better!
That’s better!

Those were all taken on Thursday night. I have plenty more. This really is something of a return to the early heart of this blog. I’m enjoying it!

Camera note: all photos taken with the Canon 7D Mark II and EF 200mm f/2.8L II USM lens.

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  1. I think he is pretty sure by now that you can’t jump 8 meters or more, but safety comes first, any time 😀

    1. Darko, he’s very fixed on the distance, much more so than any fox I’ve encountered previously. I think he really does think I can leap 8+ metres (he’s probably seen my Bob Beamon T-shirt) 😉

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