I’ve known that there were foxes in the small patch of scrubland behind the house almost since I moved in seven and a half years ago, but this morning is the first time I’ve seen them.

When I opened my bedroom curtains this morning, my attention was drawn by the yipping of an exceedingly amorous couple in next-door’s garden. Lousy photos, at a distance through a steamed-up window (there’s a heavy frost this morning), but very nice to see.

amorous foxes 1


amorous foxes 2