This was the moment

This was the moment that he spotted me, capturing him for my blip through the window. In an instant he was up and away.
I had been watching this fox for quite a while. He strolled into a little patch of secluded garden round the back of the house. He lay down, he rolled onto his back and had a stretch, and then he sat up and had a good scratch. Finally I got a good shot.
We have always had foxes on our boundary. I don't know what their relationship with our cats can be. Coco is a very small cat, a fraction of the size of this fox, but I think that a fox must find it easier to eat worms and bugs than a fighting cat armed with twenty sharp claws and a set of ferocious teeth. Let's hope so, anyway.