Who is that sunning himself in our garden? Still alert to danger with ears moving like radars, he's an experienced old dog fox with battle scars and a pronounced limp. I was twenty yards away at our kitchen door, behind the glass, knowing that if I opened the door he would be off like greased lightning. But he didn't mind the camera lens watching him from behind glass. Yet he kept looking my way just to be sure.
When it was time to go, he yawned a bit then sniffed the backsides of Beau and Peep, oddly disappointed - before pushing his snout through a hole in the hedge to visit next door's garden. Come again Mr Foxy! Maybe next time I will put out the leg of lamb that's in our fridge or would you prefer a live chicken?