Urban Foxes
There has been much talk of urban foxes, and numerous programmes about them too. They have become so successful that some estimates put the population in London at as many as 10,000!
Myths and tales abound, of them killing cats and scaring families with their night time shenanigans, humanlike mating screams, and such like. But until very recently, the nearest I had got to this popular phenomena, was corner of the eye glimpses early in the morning, of the tip of a bushy red tail rapidly disappearing into my local park.
Well, imagine my surprise early one morning, when I saw one sunbathing in my small Walthamstow back garden. There it was lying in the sun, occasionally scratching itself, or chewing at an itch on its leg. My cats, of which I have three, were staring at it with rapt attention, all sat at the windowsills facing it. As we watched, it slowly got up and stretched. I raced for my camera, and here is the evidence!
A few mornings later it was there again, but with two baby foxes leaping around with it. I got this shot just before they had fled into the undergrowth, afforded by my jungle of a garden.
It was satisfying though, knowing that my plan to create a nature garden works. So far, I have a log heap, two tiny ponds that house toads and the odd newt, two compost bins; and I let my plants grow with little disturbance and use no pesticides. To my neighbours, it may look just like neglect, but you and I know different!
This now gives me an ideal excuse, not to do much in my garden till the foxes have gone.
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