I tend to meet foxes more often than other
wild animals.
This cub was sleeping at the edge of the forest; I sat down and
waited. When he woke, he turned, bleary-eyed, to look in my
direction before diving down the bank to his earth.
A marmot in full cry, one paw raised like an opera singer!
You will have to tell me what this one is!
This, on the other hand, is definitely a fish that has strayed onto the forest floor.
And I think this is a friendly fellow.
An alpine ibex kept a wary eye on me while I took his portrait.
A few yards from there, a weasel (in his winter coat, so called an ermine)
was happy to demonstrate how he hunted for his lunch: peeping from the wall . . . .
creeping down so gently that a fly could take a ride on his back . . .
and then seeking his prey in a hole in the earth just in front of him (but not visible from this angle).
On the other hand, this creature just leaped out at me, in an off-hand way, as I passed . . .
and this was a long, slow, satisfying kiss.
A family excursion.
Seen close enough, a moth spreading its antennae is a scary monster.
If stones could speak . . .
Finally, this fox was waiting for me when I stuck my camera through a hole in a hedge.
No photoshopping here; the blurred green frame is the foliage of the hedge.