Red seems switched on at the moment. I’m hopeful that there will be a den on the north marsh this year; if not, then maybe somewhere along Hoo Wood hill.
Red has caught me hiding under a bush with my camera and a net over my head. A breeze is blowing from him to me, so I don’t believe he can smell me. I walked carefully around the pasture perimeter to avoid leaving my fresh scent all over the place. The red dog knows the marsh so well! Maybe I made a noise. I get my own back by capturing his image. He walks slowly away, so perhaps his sixth sense has alerted him and he hasn’t seen me at all.