All Spaced Out
Wednesday, 16. July 2008, 12:29:58
For every fox observation that finds a place on my blog, I have dozens of "ships passing in the night" type encounters. Footprints in the mud here, a brush vanishing into a hedgerow there; it's usually just a moment, a fleeting glimpse, but nonetheless another clue to aid me in fitting together the fantastically complex jigsaw which is fox territorial arrangement.
I don't know for sure how many foxes actually live in my local area - the village and its surrounding farms and woodlands and meadows. I'd estimate that perhaps there are a few dozen, but not all are reproducing adults. Working out the members of different groups is always going to a headache. We have vagrants. We have immigrants. We have some foxes who seem to live by no rules at all. Sadly, we also have many foxes who are hit by cars and die in the bushes long before natural mortality would have claimed them.
The upshot is that I have a large amount of fairly rough data that are not easy to analyse. With a view to that, I've been stitching google maps together lately...
...so that I can at least consider the bigger picture when I, say, see a fox in a meadow. This one was in the meadow highlighted on the map.
Unlike the foxes who visit my garden, these foxes aren't always easy to distinguish as individuals with confidence, unless they have obvious scars or markings. Which is another reason for me to take as many pictures as possible even when the light is horrible.
I hoped this fox would arise from his slumbers and come a bit closer to my vantage point on the footpath. I waited a little while but to no avail, so wandered back out into the lane around the corner, hoping for a different angle on him. However, from there he wasn't visible at all
so I returned, bemused, to the footpath, only to find him at the top of the ridge, not fifteen feet away, frozen like a cat who has just spied a giant dog. Sure enough, down the footpath suddenly poured a dozen or more school kids and their teachers. It was quite amazing that they all filed past unaware that they were being nervously appraised by a silent but watchful little canid on the other side of the flimsy fence.

Who is really watching whom? I have to ask: for every encounter about foxes that I know about, how many times have I been unaware that they are observing me?
I don't know for sure how many foxes actually live in my local area - the village and its surrounding farms and woodlands and meadows. I'd estimate that perhaps there are a few dozen, but not all are reproducing adults. Working out the members of different groups is always going to a headache. We have vagrants. We have immigrants. We have some foxes who seem to live by no rules at all. Sadly, we also have many foxes who are hit by cars and die in the bushes long before natural mortality would have claimed them.
The upshot is that I have a large amount of fairly rough data that are not easy to analyse. With a view to that, I've been stitching google maps together lately...
...so that I can at least consider the bigger picture when I, say, see a fox in a meadow. This one was in the meadow highlighted on the map.
Unlike the foxes who visit my garden, these foxes aren't always easy to distinguish as individuals with confidence, unless they have obvious scars or markings. Which is another reason for me to take as many pictures as possible even when the light is horrible.
I hoped this fox would arise from his slumbers and come a bit closer to my vantage point on the footpath. I waited a little while but to no avail, so wandered back out into the lane around the corner, hoping for a different angle on him. However, from there he wasn't visible at all

Who is really watching whom? I have to ask: for every encounter about foxes that I know about, how many times have I been unaware that they are observing me?
By cakkleberrylane, # 16. July 2008, 16:23:37
By MaGoose, # 16. July 2008, 16:23:43
By Dacotah, # 16. July 2008, 16:29:21
I rarely get a sense that foxes don't want to be watched. However, it is difficult to find them over the meadows at this time of year, as the grass is so high except when horses are kept.
By SittingFox, # 16. July 2008, 17:11:44
By SittingFox, # 16. July 2008, 17:14:22
By SittingFox, # 16. July 2008, 17:14:33
By Vulpes vulpes, # 16. July 2008, 19:23:16
By Words, # 16. July 2008, 19:45:10
By infinity-1, # 16. July 2008, 19:47:31
By cakkleberrylane, # 16. July 2008, 19:51:43
By Dacotah, # 16. July 2008, 21:05:20
Can you imagine.
7:55 Human leaves main nest (tracking begins)
8:00 Human enters mechanical conveyance
8:20 Human enters larger mechanical conveyance on tracks
9:20 Human enters tall nest (surveyance through see-through panel begins)
9:30 Human plays with papers and talks to self while holding a thing to his ear
9:50 Human looks at machine and moves fingers
10:00 Human gets liquid and relieves self
By momable, # 17. July 2008, 03:24:38
By cakkleberrylane, # 17. July 2008, 11:54:22
By SittingFox, # 17. July 2008, 18:51:24
Nice story. Foxes are excellent at using railings and walls for their purposes!
By SittingFox, # 17. July 2008, 18:55:19
By SittingFox, # 17. July 2008, 19:07:08
By SittingFox, # 17. July 2008, 19:47:23
Human looks at machine and moves fingers
...the miracle of hot chocolate...how can we explain to foxes that that is as important to us as peanut butter is to them?
By SittingFox, # 17. July 2008, 19:49:28
By CedarFox, # 17. July 2008, 23:09:25
You are braver than I, Adele.
By momable, # 17. July 2008, 23:29:08
By SittingFox, # 18. July 2008, 09:30:19
By SittingFox, # 18. July 2008, 09:31:33
By Cynthia23, # 18. July 2008, 21:35:38
He was a cautious but curious fox. After I took this picture, he curled up into a ball and went back to sleep!
By SittingFox, # 18. July 2008, 22:16:35
By sprogger, # 24. July 2008, 01:06:19
By SittingFox, # 7. August 2008, 21:39:54
By sprogger, # 10. August 2008, 21:39:59