Every year there's something. This year it's foxes. I've never seen so many in my life. Generally, I see them at dawn or dusk - fleeting glimpses of golden-red flashing across the road. Sometimes it's just a pointy face with big ears, peering at me through the meadowsweet at the edge of the field. Or sometimes it's a long shadow trotting down the road in the moonlight, silent, almost a figment of the imagination. The post A Fox Hound She Ain’t appeared first on Coastal Rivers Conservation T...
