Sunrise: 08.19 Sunset: 04.05
Hoo Wood fox was lurking in his usual place this evening, high up on the bank, 30 metres from the path, in amongst the oak trees. I see him here often; his eyes flashing in the beam of my torch.
Normally, with my torch beam squarely on him, he sits tightly rooted to the spot. This evening, though, he must have decided it was time to investigate the strange light. The beam didn’t even cause him to blink, and I use a very powerful torch. Occasionally, he heard a sound and turned his head towards it.
Closer he came, one step at a time, until he was no more than three metres in front of me.
Spike sat patiently at my side, and the fox was sitting almost within grabbing distance. Spike’s nose began to twitch, and he fidgeted slightly. Suddenly he totally lost control and lurched himself at the fox. . . .