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.
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.
Darko
3 Sep 2016I think he is pretty sure by now that you can’t jump 8 meters or more, but safety comes first, any time 😀
Words
4 Sep 2016Darko, 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) 😉