Waiting ...

… in vain. He’s sitting on the old railway sleeper steps just behind the twisted hazel tree, looking towards all the bird feeders hanging from it.

Sadly, though, I’ve been so tired of late that all the feeders are now empty, which means the birds are diving in, checking out stock levels and flying off again quickly in disgust at my laziness.

So the fox also gave up and slunk away, but not before I’d taken this shot.