Fox Den Watching: 3rd Visit.
8th May 2012: I didn’t intend fox watching this evening, but I saw the cubs as I neared the den and decided to chance my luck. I spent two and a half hours in the most uncomfortable tree imaginable: it was a double forked oak. I wasn’t prepared for sitting in a tree; this was the problem.
I sat in the tree from 6.00pm to 8. 30pm, but it wasn’t until 8. 15pm that the action started; just as the light was beginning to fail. The light was pretty decent for most of this evening, not brilliant, but workable without artificial lighting.
I saw two foxes with kills, in the undergrowth, at different times, but they wouldn’t approach the den: they sensed my presence. I sat and waited, and watched the light slowly disappear. I was thinking of calling it a night, when a dog fox rushed to the den with a kill; it looked very much like the North Pond coot to me, but it turned out to be a mole. Five very excited cubs appeared aboveground, as if my magic, to greet him. He didn’t stay long; it looks like he saw me in the tree.
I took almost three hundred images during the following fifteen minutes. The cubs put on a marvelous show for me. My evening turned into a joyous occasion and my earlier discomfort quickly forgotten.