There can be
no doubt that if you spend enough time with a wild animal a relationship, of
sorts, can build up and the animal will recognise you. I get this sometimes
with the deer and the Foxes that I spend time with summer, if I’m lucky. After
a winter of no contact though memories fade and so do the chances of a reunion
with an old friend. So it is strange that when I return to a favourite place in
the hope of finding my Foxes, I feel a real sadness that I can’t resume our
friendship where we left off the previous year.
This all
sounds pretty stupid but I know what I mean!
Anyway, the
other evening I was walking along a very familiar path thinking just these
thoughts when a Fox appeared from the long grass. I stopped of course and
raised the camera. The Fox looked at me but didn’t seem phased, she continued on
her way until she looked at me again, then stopped sharply and sat down.
After a very
short while, far too short really, she got up and walked back in to the shelter
of the long grass, the moment was gone.
Now there is
no way of knowing what was going through her mind but it would be nice to think
that she remembered me, if only a little.
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