I was out walking the dirt roads in the back of beyond, on foot - assessing the potential horse-frighteners along a new riding route.
I’d just passed spinning tin plates in a garden; a mini-donkey; a bull; and a small pack of free-range fox-terriers-of-death when I rounded a bend in the road and there was a lovely saucy-looking young red, trotting along the middle of the dirt lane.
I was upwind, so naturally s/he knew immediately I was there. S/he stopped and took a good long look at me before turning and strolling away completely unconcerned. I decided s/he must not mind my company, so I ambled along about thirty yards back for a good five minutes. S/he occasionally glanced backward at me, but didn’t seem a bit worried.
Then I blinked and that fast, the fox vanished.