At around 6:30 am, I heard what sounded like a dogfight in the back garden. I turned over and said to HWMBO: “I’ll bet there are foxes out there.” He said he didn’t think so.
When I came downstairs at 7:15 to make breakfast, there were indeed two foxes in the back garden. They were no longer fighting, but one was curled up in front of our back door and the other one was halfway up the garden. That one has retreated under a tarpaulin in the next garden, but the first one is still curled up in front of the back door, seemingly asleep.
I have some pictures, but they will have to wait until I can make them smaller to fit onto a regular blog page. The gas fitter came to examine the boiler, and he had to go into the back garden to check on the flue. I was a bit nervous that the fox would either attack him or run into the house, which would be a disaster. Luckily, when he opened the back door the fox ran away. It has now come back, though.
More as it happens. You wouldn’t expect this level of wildlife activity in the centre of a big city like London, but there you go.
i love foxes! saw them when i was cornwall in 2008. i din know there are in london as well!!!! So cute!!! I wanna see pics.
pics pics!!!
what would foxes do if they run in?
act like a wolf and chase them out.
lol.
as near as I can tell, foxes in the UK fill a similar ecological niche to raccoons hereabouts. We have them within metres of my building. They adore rummaging through garbage dumpsters.
That could make life interesting for the squirrels. (And you know whose side I’m on.
I suspect the squirrels won’t be coming to the back window for peanut handouts for a while.
Robert, a coyote showed up at my mother’s house in Cambridge.
that “fight” you heard could lead to kits, eh?
Well, that would be special, wouldn’t it…
what species are they? are you able to i.d. them? look ing forward to your pix of them…
I haven’t a clue as to what species they were, but they were red.