What is the point of having a big smelly furry hungry beast that requires constant attention and walking if it can’t even protect its own garden (all 25 feet of it) from the neighbourhood foxes? I wondered why the cats were all staring out of our kitchen window when I got home this afternoon – and then saw this slightly scrawny vixen, followed by a cub who didn’t stay long enough to have his baby photo taken. They’re attractive animals, but less so in the middle of the night when they appear to party even more than my teenage daughter. Harry was sleeping on the sofa (he doesn’t even have the decency to look guilty any more) when I got back.
The photo at the top was taken with my old Olympus 18-180 lens (ie the one that’s not supposed to be very good if you’re into always buying the best). Sometimes having a versatile all-in-one is better than scrabbling around trying to find the right lens for the particular occasion. Earlier this afternoon it didn’t do too terribly with some “macro” shots either – more furry beasts but of a different scale this time:
Have a good week ahead….
Jon
