One of each, February 27, 2016

We ran two foxes this morning, and although I was in the right place at the right time for the first one, I never viewed the second one at all. The first, I'm betting a vixen, the second one, a dog fox. But he was jumped in a covert 2 miles away from where hounds found the first fox ( and a second fox was viewed away by the guys when hounds jumped the second one), so the two aren't mates.