What the Fox say?

Instincts can be good things. Waking this morning saw the sun was shining and thought "I'll bet the foxes are out...." My local spot has a steep bank which, in the sun, the foxes camp out on. Hell, you've seen the blips. They're always there (and a couple of years ago I was so happy to get shots of the cubs as they came out of the den for the first time).

Anyway, yes, spot on and there was a fox sitting. Then another arrived. And another. And then I noticed 2 sleeping in different places. Then the two that had arrived started giving a younger one a hard time. And then I spotted the last sleeping fox. Seven in total (my record there is nine....).

This guy had just stolen a piece of bread from his mate who had popped through a railing to sit and stare at a building through it. Wasn't long before I realised why as a chap appeared at the window and threw out some scraps. They're not daft.

Had a windy walk up at Loch Leven later on. Not a huge amount of birdlife around, but I liked the light on this Heron.

Sleeping Fox
Triple

Noisy Robin
Dipper
Reedy Blue Tit