Saturday, 9 January 2010
While I've been playing in the snow and/or wrapping up warm lately, my mum got published! I would love it if you took a minute to drop by her blog and congratulate her, she's an amazing woman (and you have her to thank for my company). Thanks.
It's not that unusual for us to have foxes in our garden, especially on a sunny day. But we had heavy snow (for this part of the world!) last week, and it was the first time I'd seen one of the foxes playing in the snow.
I'd just got in from a rather cold, five-times-as-long-as-usual journey home - but this sight through the front window cheered me up no end. He was clearly having the time of his life, leaping and burrowing through the snow.
Some of the time he looked like he was hunting something, but I don't think he actually was. I think he was just playing in the snow (something I fully appreciate).
We wondered if he might have been in a fight (having no fur above his hind legs) but he seemed perfectly happy in spite of his straggly appearance.
Despite his death-defying leaps, I didn't manage to get a good photo of him in mid-air. He was running much too fast from one end of the garden to the other, and I was stuck at first-floor level so as not to scare him away. This is the closest I came to an 'action' shot, a bit fuzzy, but at least you can see the sort of thing he was up to: