I think I have seen a son of Russet, the beautiful, unusually coloured vixen. This young fox
was exactly the same pale auburn shade and had a wonderful thick brush. He trotted past the window then slipped down the side of the shed where there is a gap that leads through to the front garden. Naturally, by the time I found the camera he had disappeared.
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