February 5th   Leave a comment

I stopped on the road on my way to work this morning as a huge livestock truck slowly turned into the farm opposite the distillery at Kingsbarns. I glanced to my right and there was a dog fox – huge (for a fox), shaggy and magnificently muddy. It looked back at me, stopping at the edge of the road like me as if also waiting for the traffic to clear. It shook itself and its muddy fur stood out like a lion’s mane. It then casually trotted off along the road towards Crail as I continued my journey to St Andrews. It’s hard to put a value on such encounters – to me they are priceless (although I have paid a lot for similar ones with hyenas and jackals in Africa). The smile is still on my face. The casualness and confidence of the fox as it gazed back at me – both of us off to make a living, although mine today involving less mud and cold, but less excitement than his. I am grateful to my neighbours who must be leaving the foxes in relative peace at the moment so they are a bit more confident and visible, and there to transform a dull February day.

Posted February 5, 2018 by wildcrail in Sightings

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