We’ve never met a family of four foxes, we have met two. On separate occasions.
On a hiking trip, on a trail in the Italian side of the alps, we encountered a fox. My son still hates that fox. It stole his peanut-butter-sandwich, he was forced to eat cheese instead. Now he loves cheese sandwiches …
On another hiking trip, in the dunes near Amsterdam, we spotted what the locals call the backpack fox. It was a young fox attracted by the sounds from backpacks, if you bring an almost empty box of tictacs, you will surely encounter this fox. It will sit and pose for photos.
I would love to meet a family of four foxes one day.
It was the poses of the last fox that brought back the memories of the first cheeky little fox that inspired this illustration, born in the car on the way back home.