After three months of no sightings I had become used to the idea that the pair of fox cubs I spotted all those months ago, had in fact become one. I see dead foxes all the time around my area, lots of fast roads pass through and I’m quite sure many of the local population would cull a fox at the first chance.
So it’s my pleasure and with full heart that I tell you… they are still with us. Fstop and Iso (pronounced like Riso, but without the R). But, and here’s the twist, there are in fact, three of them, not two.
I’ve only got these two shots of two of them unfortunately. These little fellas, although far more inquisitive than mum and dad, tend to hear the first click, look at me, second click, gone… every time. I’ve got loads of rear ends disappearing into the bushes, but alas as yet not any clear or even acceptable shots of all three together.
This is the first cub, called Fstop. You’ll have seen him on a previous blog, his name chosen because he had a large boil on his forehead when we named him at the start of the year after the first sighting. There’s half a day between these two shots, but it was well worth the wait just to glimpse more than one of them on the same day.
Introducing Iso …a girl I’m guessing….not quite sure what bits I see their.
