I seem to be looking for that last golden light of day, which catches falling seeds and leaves from trees...



...and signals the most active hours of most of our larger mammals.

The shadows are chasing after each other and the days are getting shorter Yesterday evening was quiet, and I thought that Leila and I were alone in the meadows. But only for a moment



I've seen this large male fox several times before; he's considerably more heavily-built that either of our slim-line garden foxes, and is probably the father of the litter of five which I filmed in this meadow some months ago.



When night finally arrives, the trail cam takes over. I've been experimenting with leaving it in the wood opposite my house, really in the hope of capturing some of the deer. But so far I've only caught someone else I'd know that limp and brush anywhere; it's the Tip Vixen, evidently on another part of her nightly circuit!


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Things seem much livelier in the South Downs My brother-in-law took these photos of some "teenager" cubs last week. They are certainly full of mischief