Way out West (incorporating Way up North)

more foxes

It's that time of year again, when a young foxes fancy turns to dreams of love, and round here that means more frolicsome bin bag ripping and much, much more vocalisation. I popped out to buy some stamps from the corner shop just now, and a fox jumped out from behind a hedge and ran across the road in front of me, nothing unusual there, they do it all the time, and are usually so unconcerned that you can walk right up to them. In this case, however, Brer Fox was on a mission, and trotted briskly away from me, yipping as he went. I was able to observe that he/she was in very good shape, and although quite a young specimen, had a fine big brush and a coat in very good nick, no sign of fox mange there.

I was up in Hackney a few days ago, and sitting in a friends car on the Hackney Road, I saw a magnificent male specimen race across the road, through the busy daytime traffic and disappear into a housing estate. I thought little of it, but a little while later I saw the animal re-appear. This time, however, it didn't race across the road, but stood on the pavement by the zebra crossing, visibly hesitating. It then stepped onto the first part of the crossing, just as a bus was bearing down on it; the bus driver stopped, as did the traffic on the other side, and the fox walked insouciantly across to the other side and vanished into the city farm. Just how much more urban can a fox get? I suppose if they learn to push the little buttons to request the lights to change is about as far as that might go.

posted by Lampy @ 1/18/2006 10:04:00 pm