The early bird gets the fox
I woke up thinking I’d slept through my 4am alarm but in actual fact a quick glance at the clock showed 2.30am. For an hour or so, I dozed and contemplated the potential success I might have getting out before dawn as well as the finer details of where I would park the truck and how I would approach the steep bank I intended to watch over for foxes. It was probably my body’s way of keeping in bed longer. But just before 4am I quietly slipped out of bed, gathered up my pre-set out clothing bundle off the floor, and headed for the bathroom to get ready before grabbing my gear and jumping in the truck, still half asleep. A quick stop at the garage for a coffee and I was off on the 30-minute drive to a newly acquired bit of ground.
It wouldn’t get light until around 7am so I’d
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