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Buried Treasure?

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Energy is the currency of survival in the wild. In my last post, I was musing over flight distances - the fact that a fox will only use energy to run away if it feels that a human is closer than a running distance to a safe spot. But there other matters about energy - to be exact, how to ensure that one can obtain it from a regular food supply - to consider, and that is what's triggered my sudden interest in discount dog food :wink:

Those of you who remember the Old Dogfox will know that he was an exceptionally human-tolerant fox who more or less did whatever he wanted, indifferent to me quietly watching him. As a consequence, I saw him cache surplus food on several occasions. Occasionally, it left him with a dirty nose! :eyes:



This is one of his caches, buried and (somewhat) disguised with twigs.



Recently, I've been re-reading J. David Henry's wonderful book on the wilderness foxes of Prince Albert National Park, Saskatchewan (and incidentally I paid about £10 for it, not £120, but I digress! :whistle: ) One of Henry's chief research angles was considering why foxes cache their food. It may seem obvious, but caching has become deeply ingrained in fox genes for good reason, and I've been wondering if his observations in the wild boreal will help me interpret fox idiosyncrasies here in the North Downs :right:

The salient points:

- Foxes have small stomachs and, unlike dogs and wolves, physically cannot eat large amounts of food in one go.
- It is prudent to take food whenever it is available, even if the fox isn't hungry, just in case hard times are around the corner.
- Leaving food unguarded (like I did with the dog food, deliberately) is probably not wise

Unfortunately, transport issues have prevented me from going back to that meadow to see just how much dog food is still uneaten (I scattered small chunks of it here and there) but really, it isn't necessary. The world is full of thieves :bandit:

In Saskatchewan, foxes have to hide their hoardes from everything from bears and wolves to ravens. Here, I would surmise that they have two great enemies: magpies... (of course!)



...and other foxes.



Foxes have to bury their caches to disguise the scent, and disguise them to keep sharp-eyed birds away. Henry kept a log of the animals that stole from "caches" that he had set out without one of these safeguards. I'd like to do the same, but for that I need a working trail camera. This is something of a sore point because the three trail cams that I've owned to date have all met with very grim and premature demises, the most recent shutting itself down after being cached by Andrea (and I do see the irony of now having to buy another camera to study caching!) In any case, I hope the fourth one has better luck :insane:

I guess the final point about caching is that it isn't limited to food (and trail cams :left:) Leaving shoes outside anywhere near a fox is really asking for trouble, but some foxes take shoe-caching to desperate extremes. Hermitess recently sent me this news article about a German fox who had cached more than 100 shoes before being discovered! :lol:

Scratch my Back...

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...or "chew my ear", as the case may be :smile:

Yesterday evening, I was pleased and somewhat startled to see a healthy and very energetic-looking vixen bound out across a meadow like a dog released from its leash. She did not seem to want to keep still for an instant - scent marking here, rolling wildly there - and as I hurried to a better vantage point, I noticed her brush curled in a gesture of submission.



Suddenly she dropped to her chest, yabbering loudly after the manner of Chatter in greeting mode, yet her calls were mixed with subordinate body language. And in an instant I knew why!



The second fox was likely a male; the broad head is pretty distinctive. While she continued to nibble herself, he wandered over to offer some help with the back of her ears :smile:



Grooming done, they parted ways. The dogfox seemed quite at ease :smile:



But the vixen still wanted to keep rolling!



And through doing so, she gave me another surprise. In this heavily cropped picture, you can see that her breasts are very swollen. Might she have a litter of cubs hidden away in the copse that borders that field? If so, her behaviour is somewhat at odds with the traditional idea that vixens are marooned in the earth when their cubs are tiny!



She was certainly a pretty fox, and fun to watch. At one point she raced over to a tussock and swallowed something evidently edible, although I couldn't see what it was.



It was lovely to see her in the evening light (bonus marks to the deer for getting in the frame for this shot p: )



She didn't show much interest in either of her vulpine companions.



It's evenings like this which make fox-watching what it is :happy:

North Downs Vulture?

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I think vultures get an unnecessarily bad press. Yes, they may well spend their lives benefiting from the hard work of predators and the misfortunes of prey, but their reactions and observation skills take some beating. When on safari in Africa, searching for a tiny populations of great cats in an intimidatingly expansive landscape, you quickly learn that a cluster of downward circling vultures is the best way - indeed, sometimes the only way - to locate lions. Vultures zero in on big cats that have made a successful kill with astonishing rapidity. And even here in the North Downs, our "vulture" is no slouch. The scenery is a little different, but the principle is the same. Instead of griffon vultures chasing lions, we have magpies chasing foxes!


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Spring is slow this year. The snow has largely gone, for now, despite another fall on Thursday, but the frosts are still heavy.



Cold sunny mornings without wind = perfect winter fox-watching weather :D



I found two male foxes in one of the meadows; the one above was the nearest. The other was the huge black-brushed male whom I last saw here about a month ago. I wonder where he has been :confused: He was far too distant for comfortable photography, but I'm posting this anyway because I was glad to see him :whistle:



The closer fox eventually arose from sitting in the sunshine. What happened next was very curious. He swiftly trotted across about thirty feet's worth of tussock grass, holding his head sideways as though listening intensely...



...and pounced!





I constantly remind myself that foxes do not physically experience the world in the same way that I do - their eyesight is weaker, their hearing and sense of smell far stronger - but even so, I'm absolutely staggered that he detected the movement of a rodent from that range :faint:

I wasn't the only one watching him. The magpies were on the post within seconds.



But their luck was out. I don't think that the fox left any scraps for the vultures today.
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By this stage, I knew I had enough photos to write a blog post and wasn't particularly looking for anything else to happen as I headed home. But something most certainly did happen.

I caught a yaffle!

Green Woodpecker :D

Fox Behaviour Video

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Yet another cold, cloudy and incredibly wet day. I haven't seen any foxes at all, but that's probably because I haven't been out much :whistle:

Photo opportunities are sparse in weather like this. I'd much rather a snowy day with clear skies, but that doesn't seem to be on the horizon right now. Anyway, I took the opportunity to work on a special project. I've compiled various fox photos and video clips to make a movie illustrating a few fox facts and also looking their "language" :smile: I hope you enjoy it.

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It was quite interesting for me to look back through the old movies. The Old Dogfox was so prominent then, but the Survivor Vixen caught my attention more. Seeing her in terrible condition with mange was a second startling reminder of how effective proper treatment is for this disease. (The first was Words' recent post.) I was also reminded of her strange brush shape in the distant past, when her fur had only partly grown back. It looked like a real painting brush - a thin tail topped by the most enormous tip! p:

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I've also used this time to have another look at the close on 1,000 pictures I took in southern Alberta last June. Some got on here; others found their way into albums, but the majority never saw the light of day at all :frown:

So, six months later :o: here are some more creatures of the great lone land.

Grasshopper sparrow (at least...North American sparrows are hard to ID with complete certainity)

Eastern kingbird

Western kingbird

White-tailed deer: you watch my back, I'll watch yours :whistle:

Canadian tiger swallowtail

The wild grasslands are just so rich in life :smile:

Red Letter Day

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There is an albino squirrel in the village. Actually there's at least one here most years, but this one is becoming quite notorious (at least from my perspective) as it seems to appear to everyone apart from me :frown: Finding squirrels is not usually a tough job in British beech woods. When you're looking for one specific squirrel, it suddenly gets astoundingly hard :faint: but this afternoon's futile squirrel quest turned into one of the most paradoxically successful wildlife "failures" that has ever come my way!

I'm writing this at twenty past four in the afternoon, and I've already seen six different foxes today :eyes:

None of them were in the garden. I snapped this picture of the SV peering through the dog fence yesterday.

So what happened today? :wink:

First up: my mother and I drove down a quiet residential lane (well, it has houses on it, but they've all got huge gardens and the road is heavily treed) in search of that confounded squirrel. It has shown itself there on several occasions (just not to me :rolleyes:) All of a sudden, I saw a young male fox standing by a hedge. And he wasn't just going to stand there looking pretty. Now where have we seen this behaviour before? :D

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Thanks to the Old Dogfox's antics back when the Interloper was visiting the garden, I knew what this youngster was up to! :smile: Male foxes gnaw at and roll against vegetation to intimidate rivals. It seems to be a very unusual visual signal of absolute dominance. I recently read an account from some wolf researchers on Isle Royale who noticed the local top fox smashing sideways into a bush while trying to intimidate a subordinate.

I looked around for this fox's rival, but didn't instantly see him; however, there was a larger male fox about 300 metres further down the road, who I presume triggered this display.

That was surprising enough. About ten minutes later I found myself counting fox heads in the grass of the meadow. Two...no three...actually four! :eyes: (Just two in here.)

They were rather lively too! I hurriedly switched my DSLR for the camcorder in the poor dusk light as they threw themselves into an exuberant game of tag. Just watch and see!

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It's a long time since I've seen so many foxes playing together as wildly as this.

So I didn't get my squirrel, but surprisingly I didn't mind :lol: A great day of foxwatching :happy:

Edit 8:15pm - well, as if I hadn't had enough fox surprises for the day, I looked outside this evening only to see...the Chipped Vixen! :faint: That's her first known visit for some time, and even more surprising, One-Eye appeared shortly afterwards. I wonder if they will be the breeding pair next spring. :confused: