Running with the Foxes

It’s 5 AM and the first rays of light are slowly making their presence felt. Everything around me seems otherworldly and all I can hear are the bird songs complemented by the strong scent of fresh mint, with no signs of human activity. Arriving at the fox den one hour before sunrise, I mount my tripod and camera, trying to keep the noise as low as possible. I lay down the waterproof blanket, cover myself with the camouflage net, and finally take my place where I’ll wait motionlessly for the next couple of hours. It's all now a game of patience.