I walked into the kitchen tonight and spotted a fox picking at the bread we had left out for the birds. I think I scared him off to start with, but he was soon back for the rest. We threw another slice out for him so we could take a couple of photos. Here is a picture.
I think it is fantastic. The garden to our house is a bit of an oddity really. It was left overgrown for about 10 years and was used as a builders yard for a bit. We still have a large circular saw in a cast iron base hidden behind a hedge. I have been working on clearing it up for months, although I’m not making much headway. However, one good thing about the garden is all the wildlife I see. We have multiple species of birds, squirrels and I even saw a mouse the other day, but having a fox living nearby is just great.
The fox kept coming into the garden, cramming as much bread as he could into his mouth, and then leaving again. So I can only assume that there are little foxes about somewhere. I went upstairs to get a better view and Matthew was awake so I pointed the fox out to him. He straight away identified it as a fox. He must have learnt something from us reading him Beatrix Potter books.
This connects something I was thinking about the other day. We usually put out some bread at night (try getting a 3 year old to eat crusts) and they are always gone by morning. I just thought we had hungry birds!
The photo that is included in this post is not clear that is why it is difficult to distinguish what is in the photos. At least there is a short discussion.
These are the best images I was able to get.