February 4th, 2006

Been in the wars



This chap was sat on our back lawn this morning, attempting to wash his (rather battered) face. (Click on the photo for a larger version, if you're on broadband.) He's a fairly sizeable fox -- possibly the same one who lives, or lived, under our shed. I was a bit worried, so I called one of the local wildlife rescue places to see if they thought they should pick him up; they suggested I should try to get closer to him to see if he would move. That was certainly not his issue; I opened the back door and went out into the garden and he gave me a decidedly underwhelmed look and trotted off into the bushes. A bit wobbly, perhaps, but not looking as though he was about to keel over any time soon.