Last Thursday morning saw me waiting for a fox at a local small holding who have just started lambing. 130 yds away was a birthing casualty and at first light only 3 maggies on it: few minutes later the B52 of the avian world arrived in the form of a raven. God they are big esp through the scope on x14.
Anyway over the next 30 mins all I saw was a succession of maggies not a fox to be seen.
I am standing behind a black plastic silage round bale and the rifle is on a bipod to my right on top of the bale.
Then I sense I am being watched and slowly looking to my right: I am being stared at by a small vixen shes only 20 yds away but she can't quite figure out what I am, for what seems ages we look at each other I darn't so much as twitch, then she thinks no worry turns arround and starts to trott off. If she goes left she's dead but no off she goes through the barn and simply vanishes as quietly as she arrived.
I do admire them pity they can cause so much damage.
Anyway if we get a dry night she might not be so lucky if we see her with the Thermal.