Don’t miss this…
This morning, I heard the dog barking again.
I figure.. another opportunity for fox photography.
I suited up. Boots, down coat, gloves, wool hat.
Good to go.
This time he was up a different tree, farther out into the brush.
I had to climb a fence, and crawl on my hands and knees under the buck brush and manzanita.
Cougars did run through my consciousness.
I kept following the barking and came upon the dog, and her owner. They were looking at Mr. Fox who was in a lower position on a tree in a lovely pose.
We had a chat about the situation and I reached for my camera.
Imagine me doing an imitation of Columbo…. patting down my pockets….
Lost it in the brush.
So I told the neighbor I had to go find my camera. He went home and took the dog.
I was wondering how long Mr. Fox would hang around in the tree after they left.
I’m retracing my steps… and crawls… in the bushes. I wasn’t EXACTLY sure I was going back the same way.
Well, after wandering around for several minutes I finally spied my camera hanging from it’s bright blue cord on some buck brush.
So I hurried… ha ha…. back through the bushes and saw Mr. Fox still in the tree. Tantalizingly close. I figured I could use my little zoom and get close enough to count the whiskers on his nose.
I braced myself on a small oak tree to get a nice steady shot, and turned on the camera.
This is what I saw on the screen:
Mr. Fox must have sensed my weakened psychological state, and quickly removed himself [quite gracefully] from the tree and trotted off into the brush.
He looks much smaller on the ground by the way.
Yetzirah – 1
Mr. Fox -1
Camera – FAIL