A beautiful fox, gasping, panting, terrified.
It paused at the corner, gasping for breath, s/he looked straight into my eyes. Five to six seconds later the poor creature took off again, taking a diagonal line across the field, heading for the old school playing fields, and safety, I hope.
Foxy was not just out for a jog, he had been chased, hard. I could hear dogs in the distance, but I didn't see the hunt at all, thank goodness. They are not supposed to kill foxes these days, but of course they do.
The last time I saw the hunt around our village was quite a number of years ago. A spectacular sight, but my sympathies are always with the foxes.
This post isn't about the rights and wrongs of hunting, it is about that incredible moment when you lock eyes with a wild creature and there is that breathtaking moment of connection.
Have you enjoyed such a moment?
