It's a cold, wet, February morning. The rain is dripping from the window panes and turning the garden into a muddy bog. There's no sign of a fox anywhere. On a sunny day, they might be dozing on the lawn even in daylight, but I imagine that right now they're curled up in hollows at the base of trees, under sheds, in fact, anywhere where they can find shelter and warmth. It would be a hungry fox indeed to stray abroad on a day like today.
That seems like a long time ago In fact it is two years to the day since I penned my first blog post. Today can hardly be compared - it is stunning out there!
I don't want to spend too long reminiscing as I had the "end of year" post not so many weeks ago, but it is interesting for me to look at that the archives and see which characters are still part of the drama.
2nd June 2006
The night before last, [the Survivor Vixen] went as far as mock attacking Takahe. This is probably the first time in her life that she has had something of "her own" to guard. In fact, she is treating the cagetrap as her own miniature territory!
Last night she paid the price. The Old Dogfox, usually so benign, started growling at her, a strange nasal growl, sounding rather like a dog with a blocked nose. But for a fox, it was a fearsome noise. Instead of heeding the warning, the Survivor Vixen stood her ground. He attacked.
He chased her under a bush from whence came a plethora of squeals, whines and screams. Foxes do a good line in sounding like they are being murdered but I doubt any physical contact was made by either protagonist - it is about intimidation and implied power.
She escaped from the bush, only to be chased under the hedgerow on the other side of the garden. She dropped to the ground; he followed suit, still growling ferociously. She got back to her feet to be hounded out of the garden, with the Fringe Vixen blithely lolloping behind with all the compassion and tact of a schoolboy witnessing a punch-up.
Ah, foxes. Never a dull moment...
Meadow fox (This is a crop of a 500mm picture, by the way!
...especially when golf balls are involved. Another one has appeared half-cached in the garden
But my blog has gradually expanded to include all manner of animals - wild, feral, domestic, British, Indian, American, African, Canadian - and occasionally albino! That famous squirrel was feeding on cones this morning.
Max nested elements reached