And so the snow came and went, along with the usual self-inflicted pressure to produce something useful from it. As I was working on foxes anyway, and although I knew it would be difficult to get anything really good in the narrow window that snow in the southeast usually provides, I thought I would stay with them. Non-habituated foxes are difficult anyway at this time of year as all their energy is put into the short breeding season with dogs chasing vixens all over the county. They are never where you expect them to be and when you do find them, they are always in a hurry to be someplace else.
So anyway, that's enough whining and feeble excuses. Needless to say, for several days solid work I got very little indeed. In fact, these three images are about it.
Oh well. As a wiser man than me once said: Sometimes you eat the bear - and sometimes, the bear eats you.