There comes a time when a wildlife photographer must accept that, despite all of his efforts, he has been seen and no amount of shuffling around behind a stone wall is going to change that. Young Master Fox was out practicing his mousing techniques at a place where I have seen his family for quite a few years. A bound or two later, he looked straight at me and it was obvious that I had been well and truly rumbled. Although he continued to have a sniff around for a while, his heart was no longer in hunting and he wandered off leaving the field a much less interesting place.
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