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Fire-fox

The wind was bitter… the first flakes of snow mingled with the rain as we crossed the ridge. It would be a long, cold night, in spite of the flame that burned on the western horizon as the sun sank … Continue reading

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Long Hot Summer … Stuart France

* After a long, long, hot summer, The mornings have finally turned autumnal. Which must mean, That Mister Fox, Cannot be very far away… * Continue reading at Stuart France

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Hunting the Moon III… Stuart France

* Maybe something was up? … * * I mean, really up? But it wasn’t until… * *  We bumped into an ‘old friend’ that we got the full story… Source: Hunting the Moon III… | Stuart France

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Hunting the Moon II… Stuart France

* But the place was strangely deserted… * * In fact, it was positively ghost like… * * Which got us to thinking…   Source: Hunting the Moon II… | Stuart France

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Hunting the Moon… Stuart France

* We thought we would get there early… * * To soak up the atmosphere… * * And await the fall of night…   Source: Hunting the Moon… | Stuart France

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Something Weird… Stuart France

* … happened to the Fox pictures this year. ** But I had better let the photographer explain… * * It may just be… * * That someone or something is trying to communicate. Source: Something Weird… | Stuart France

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Coming?

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Somewhere in the moonlight…

We had watched the sun go down in flames. There was the inevitable frisson of excitement as I waited in the lane. Above, the clouds were fringed with moonlight; here though, there was only shadowed silence. Not far away a … Continue reading

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