It is bitterly cold again this afternoon, with a chill wind that cuts through you. I was doing the washing up, and I noticed something russet on the wall in the middle of the leaves.
The fox was asleep.
I took a photo, as you might expect me to do.
She stirred, the greenery moved, and I wondered if she were about to sit up. But no, she was settling herself down more snugly in her bed, and seconds later she was completely hidden.
Last night the foxes were noisy again. It’s the mating season, and it sounds like the spring is going to be full of fox cubs.