I have heard the foxes at night quite a lot recently. They have a short, harsh bark. I have seen them in the garden, swift outlines in grey light. But it has been a while since I have seen them during the day.
At lunchtime, I glanced out of the window. MasterB was in the garden. He likes to sit on the wall. But he wasn’t there.
Instead, two foxes. I reached for my camera and approached the window stealthily. One picture through the glass. But their hearing is acute, and they moved. The smaller fox, who must be the vixen, disappearing into a neighbouring garden. The male tunnelling through the remaining greenery to sit on another part of the wall for a few moments before he too disappeared from sight.
They look fit and healthy. Maybe this year we are in for more cub watching. From a photographic point of view, that’d be great, but it’d be nice if they could keep the noise down and refrain from bringing every discarded takeaway meal into the garden to eat.
I went outside a few moments later, and MasterB came to greet me. The other night he seemed to be playing with a fox. He certainly wasn’t showing any fear. I wonder what he will be like with cubs?