I'd worked on the house all day and was exhausted. I made a coffee and thought I'll sit in the conservatory for 5 minutes. Sophie was happily watching through the window observing the birds and butterflies flitting about when suddenly a new visitor appeared at the bottom of the garden......a little fox.....
I always keep my camera to hand so I very gingerly reached for it and waited.
The fox had a good sniff round the end of the garden chewing bits of grass. It then settled down on a pile of dry grass and sunned itself. I had never seen a fox roaming wild in a garden before so was fascinated. Sophie was equally fascinated and kept looking at me then the fox, then back at me as if to say 'what on earth is that in my garden!?' So far all she'd seen was an odd cat strolling through.
I know foxes don't seem to have a good reputation, but I do feel sorry for them as they lived in the area long before we took it over. I don't feel so sorry for them that I allow Sophie outside by herself as I'm not that trusting that they wouldn't attack her. The fox stayed for a good ten minutes before it wandered off back into the woods again.
A couple of days later I wasn't so enamored with foxes when I found the remains (luckily not much) of a late night rabbit supper on my side lawn - yeuk!
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