Not far from where I live, a road leads up a steep hill. Beech and Sycamore trees reach over it. I call it “The Cathedral”. Every time I walk or drive down it, excitement tingles in my fingertips.
Leading off into the woods is an old path. It’s my favourite of the paths nearby, perhaps because I’ve never met another human being on it!
The other day, however, I did meet someone. Or rather several someones.None of them were human, but they all brought a smile to my face.
Here are two of them.
Two young fox cubs, no more than a few weeks old.
As soon as I saw them, I crouched low to the ground. These were no tame town-foxes, but wild things, wary of the wind itself.
Unaware of me, they played together, chasing each other around and having mock-wrestling matches. (You can just make out the second one here, being pounced-on by the first!)
They soon got tired and for a while they rested in the sun.
Then it was time for a bit of foraging…
…finding tasty things in amongst the leaves.
One of them then headed up the bank and lay snoozing in a patch of sunlight.
Here he is again, just waking up!
The other cub pottered off down the old path…
…before returning again for a last hello.
Then they both disappeared into their Earth.
All in all, I had watched them for twenty minutes or more. What a wonderful surprise that was! There was more to come, too, but we’ll save that for next time…
Enjoy your weekend.