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Out foxing last night with my new Ward-D-Vision NV device. Full moon and cloudless sky - so not the best of conditions. Cubs seen near one of the release pens by combine driver. Did a daytime recce and picked my spot. Parked truck - Landrover 90 - at sunset and took up position in the hatch. Watched the edge of the release pen wood for three hours - Nothing. So bright that binoculars sufficed for spotting. At just after eleven I discovered a 'black blob' on the stubbles behind me. Investigation with NV monocular revealed cub laying down and eating something. Got rifle to face in the 'wrong' direction very slowly due to me being in clear view and Charlie only being about fifty yards away. Took some time to find it again in the scope as it had moved. It was hunting mice - leaping about like a demented dervish. Couldn't get the cross-hairs on it. Eventually it grabbed at something and started to walk away from me. Squeaked - bang - goodnight Charlie. Didn't want to get out of truck and disturb the area so turned to my front and resumed watch. Nothing. At midnight plus fifteen I decided to call it a night. Opened back door and set off with Merlyn, my yellow lab, to pick up. Only 45 yards out so easy find by the dog. As I walked up Merlyn picked up the fox, clever girl will retrieve foxes if she can lift them, and as the mouth of the fox opened out fell the mouse - still alive and kicking. Ran off through the stubble now being pursued by a yellow Labrador! A holler of "leave it" worked, for a change, and mouse escaped one more time. That mouse should be out buying lottery tickets.