Fox

I saw this chap one evening whilst looking for the local barn owl.  I was stood by the gate of a small field that had been recently mown and baled for hay.  I saw the fox across the back of the field a couple of times, before making its way forward.  The fox was half-way down the field before it saw me.  At which point it sat down and stared at me.  It soon became clear that fox wanted to get through the gate I was stood by, and was quite prepared to wait me out rather than detour. We watched each other for a while, the fox having the occasional stretch or fidget.  After about 20 minutes, with the light failing fast, I moved off and watched from distance as the fox went through the gate and across the road to the fields beyond.