Fox

Moving from the meadow and walking through the opening of the tree line onto a bluff overlooking the river I found the Fox below, just a few feet away, standing still, watching the river. It didn't see me and my thoughts were of a perfect picture, but first I had to move away from the branch that was hanging in view between me and the Fox. My movement of course gave my presence away and it turned and looked at me while at the same time started to move away. It didn't hurry or run but there was haste in its movements as it went from the shadows into the sunlight vegetation.
Finding the fox at this spot confirmed my suspicions that this might be one of its hunting locations. This place is a favourite of mine and almost every morning I make my way here to look up and down the river to see if anything is about. About two weeks ago I had found many Crow feathers scattered on the ground where I usually stand and I heard movement in the bushes nearby a couple of times. I think now that it was the Fox, being there at the same time as I was. It had stayed hidden from my view but not from my hearing.