Sunday afternoon, I really needed to get out and about, not that I need an excuse per se. Grabbed my stuff and walked down to the river; found all sort of wonderful wildflowers. I felt a mite peckish mid-walk, found a good rock to sit upon and dredged up a protein bar from my camera bag. (Side note: I am known for pretty much always having a fallback snack somewhere on my person.) As I was munching, I enjoyed the sight of a Black Phoebe working the same area of river, working hard for her afternoon snack.
I finished the bar and decided to try for a decent shot of the Phoebe, swapped lenses in favor of my telephoto and ended up with this nice picture.
I left the big lens on the camera, packed up my gear in the bag, and hoisted same to continue with the walk. I hadn't walked more than a minute when I spotted movement at the bottom of the hill. Gray Fox! If I hadn't been interested in the Phoebe in spite of the fact I've taken many many pictures of these wonderful birds, I would have never been ready for the fox. Happy happenstance.
I got several other pictures of the fox, including one of it sitting down contemplating whatever it is foxes contemplate, but I like this one because it shows how it moved in the landscape and also I love the idea of a Fox in a Field of Flowers. Note the right ear aimed in my general direction - listening to the clicks of the shutter?