An oppressive heat beats down from the sky, the midges dance their bloodthirsty dance, ants attack from the ground... The hours pass lazily, the tripod restricts your movements, the camo net numbs your limbs. Your eyes, trained through the lens on the foxhole, begin to smart, and you’re desperate for a drink...

Then, all of a sudden, out pops an inquisitive nose, and a pair of black eyes looks straight into your viewfinder – it’s impossible, he must have seen you. But no.... the young fox stretches lazily and sits down right in front of you, and behind him, out come more. The performance begins, as if they wanted to show off all their cleverest games.

 

And then you know that the heat and your dry mouth are nothing, all that matters is the show they are putting on for you – you, the invisible witness to the fox cubs’ games.