Monday, May 14


Wet it may be, but even a Vixen has to eat. She’s been patrolling out back all morning, rewarded with an occasional small mammal. The neighbour’s chickens look on rather suspiciously, as do the pheasants in the hedge.At times it seemed we were overrun by foxes in South London, but these here are of a different order: larger, and much healthier looking. As you would expect, a lot more wary than those in the city; life’s less conciliatory in the country.

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