Can we climb this mountain
I don’t know
Higher now than ever before
I know we can make it if we take it slow
Let’s take it easy
Easy now, watch it go
We’re burning down the highway skyline
On the back of a hurricane that started turning
When you were young
When you were young
The youngsters have grown so much that they no longer look like fox pups, but more like miniature adult foxes. They spend the resting hours of the day and night in various dens over quite some distance now. I know where these are located, but not when they use which one, so chances for success have slimmed enormously. Over the past few weeks I spent many a very enjoyable hour either watching them, photographing them, or waiting for them. It’s hard letting them go, and I’ll miss them. Even when I know better, I truly hope they’ll grow up to be beautiful adult foxes and live up to a decent age. Thanks boisterous little rascals, it’s been a pleasure.
And sometimes you close your eyes
And see the place where you used to live
When you were young
Fox Pups at dawn; Canon 5D Mark III w. 500/4L IS and 1.4x.
