27th March 2012: I was on the marsh at 05:30 this evening, and this was my first fox stalking evening of this year. It was a beautifully sunny evening, too. I was in my full foxing kit: camouflage netting over my head, held in place with my wallaby hat; light green shirt of many pockets; light brown trouser; grey boots that the foxes think are rabbits; and netting gloves to stop my hands signalling like rabbit tails. Even my camera and lens were dressed in camouflage netting.
If this vixen hasn’t got a den full of cubs near by, I’ll eat my wallaby hat!
On the lagoon side of North Pond, big beefy rabbits were grazing and frolicking on Poncey’s parade ground, flashing their white backed tails for all to see. Preening their feathers on the grassy bank just below the rabbits, were three mallards. One or both of the marsh foxes couldn’t miss those large flashing rabbit tails, and the mallards seemed to be asking for a visit. It was the flashing rabbit tails that attracted my attention in the first place.
I stood very still and made like I was a bush, and waited. Within five minutes, I saw the vixen’s red coat in the grass. The rabbits scattered, and fox wandered towards the pond and the mallards. She just had to have a go, but it was no more than a half-hearted lunge; I think she just wanted to frighten them.
The vixen wandered about in the long grass for a while and appeared totally unaware that I was there, which is how it should be. Her ears twitched each time I pressed the shutter button, though, and once or twice she glanced in my direction. If she had sensed my presence, she would have bolted.