In the gathering gloom, as we headed back, I spied a Red Fox. He was running quickly thru the woods away from the H-C Nuthatches. Too far to shoot thru the brush, but I saw him headed for a thicket. I guessed where he might come out the otherside, sprinted back up the trail about 50 yds., and lucked into this series of pics. Here, he's just come running out of the thicket.....