Most mornings and evenings when Champ and I start our walks we see the vixen and her pups on or near the pile of downed tree trunks, at the condo construction site, that serves as their den. By the time we get back to the house 30 minutes later and I grab the Nikon they've disappeared. Until tonight. Tonight we saw both Mom and Dad with the pups. When I returned and raised the camera the pups took off, followed by Mom. (There's a reason foxes are called wily.) Dad stayed behind to see if I was a threat.
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When I didn't move he came closer before running back toward the den.
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This photo makes it look like he was closer to me than he was because I was using the telephoto lens. I paced it off after he left (I'm anal that way) and it was about 200'.
I aplogize for the quality of the shots. It was overcast, the sun had just set and the D200, bless it's heart, did its best to make it look brighter than it was. I keep hoping to get a photo one morning of the pups with Mom. They are so small and so cute. Of course, I have to remember that these are the foxes that want to eat Psycho.