Following on from my fox-related post of a few days ago, I got back to Bristol on Easter Monday to find this handsome chap sunning himself in my garden. I went and got the camera, and he obliged by looking straight at me while I snapped him, and then getting up and trotting off once I'd finished.
Next week: I surprise a colony of tapirs in my airing cupboard.
2 comments:
I assume you saw 'his' great big dangly ballacks then if you aren't just using the terms 'him' and 'chap' loosely?
Wonderful photo there bate, did you "Startled Leveret" to get the bastard to look at the camera?
I'm using the terms loosely as I didn't get a close-up shot of his or her genitalia for analysis purposes. So it could have been a lady fox for all I know (I believe "lady fox" is the term zoologists use).
The sound of me opening the lounge window was enough to get him/her/it to look up at me. I thought it was going to do a runner, but it posed for a couple of photos and then buggered off behind the hedge.
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