This fox heard the camera click - the next frame, taken a fraction of a second later, showed simply a motion blur in the far right corner.
I had cause to ponder this image as i worked clearing fallen trees near my stream, and heard a fox calling.
I love the old practice of associating a child with an animal and bird: with their skills and faults. My own association with the dingo/wolf came late and I am still adjusting to it.
I used to have a negative view of foxes. One day, years ago, hunting wild boars in the wilds of Wee Jasper, I stumbled upon a fox and her cubs, playing on a bank beneath an old waterfall. I spent the rest of the day watching them playing in the sun.
Since then I have not had the heart to take up arms against the Fox.
Although their frequent breaches of my Truce has sorely tempted me.