Those little shows that can play out when you just happen to be in the right place at the right time.

Munching breakfast on Friday morning provided such a moment.

It was one of those out-of-the-box mornings as the rays of another magnificent sunrise highlighted the antics of a mob of kangaroos in the front paddock.

While most of the mob appeared content to graze, two youngsters had clearly decided an early morning sparring session was more in order.

Watching kangaroos play fight is entertaining in itself – a test of strength involving a mixture of grappling and double-barrel kicks to the guts that's not for the faint-hearted.

Fair to say these two weren’t fully committed to fight – stopping regularly to chew a bit of grass or take in the view.

But as I sat and watched the antics all the same, it become apparent one of the mob was a little smaller than the others.

At first it appeared this was just a kangaroo resting in the grass but it was actually a fox.

This fox must have been a little lonely and hanging out with the mob was a good alternative given the lack of his or her own kind.

The next 20 minutes or so was pure entertainment.

The fox first approached the duelling kangas to join the fun.

Clearly unimpressed with an intruder, these one-time combatants suddenly turned on the fox and gave chase.

The fox scurried to the safety of nearby rocks but quickly returned – steering wide the duelling duo in preference to a kanga grazing nearby.

The fox danced up to the kanga but sadly the passion for fun wasn’t shared once more. This kanga also charged the fox who scuttled back to the rocks with due haste.

But this was one determined fox and soon he/she was back taunting the chasing kangaroo.

Being ignored was no deterrent.

For when the kanga opted to eat grass rather than pay the fox any attention, he/she decided to play the field.

Suddenly, the fox took flight – racing around and around, weaving in and out of the kangaroo mob.

Surely one would take up the chase.  Surely. Surely. Surely?  No, sorry, no starters. 

So the fox decided to stay solo... darting in and around the mob of kangaroos with unbridled enthusiasm.

I’m not sure how this story played out for work beckoned and I left the mob and the energetic blow-in to their own devices.

This would be a beautiful story if I could just get rid of the thought that this playful fox was the mongrel who snatched our last chook a month or so ago.

Okay, sometimes these lovely nature stories don't always have a happy ending.