In the company of foxes

A walk up the lane turned into a special moment last Friday evening when we encountered four young fox cubs playing at the edge of woodland in the early evening sun whilst their parents were away hunting.

They chased in the grass and bounded through the developing crop, oblivious or perhaps tolerant of our gaze from 60 yards away for a captivating half an hour before melting away into the woodland shadows.

I looked up the collective noun for foxes later. Neither skulk nor leash seem appropriate to describe these bundles of youthful energy though perhaps they more accurately attest to a historic response to the intelligent parents that provide the meat to fuel them.





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