Someone has careless left an unattended egg in the garden . Fortunately the egg police ( fox ) were on hand to clear the hazard.
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Great summary of the life and times of the fox. You don’t mention the nocturnal screams, which I believe are most common in the (winter) breeding season. Have you noticed how often in TV dramas someone opens their front door and it’s dark outside…and to make us believe this really is being filmed on location at midnight or 1am, rather than in a nice cosy studio with the lights turned off, the silence is shattered by a screaming fox? Makes a change from hooting owls, I suppose, but still an example of lazy film-making in my opinion, particularly as this is just as likely to happen in dramas set in July as it is in those happening in January!
Many, many years ago I was working in central Leicester, just metres outside the inner ring road. I’d had an early call off-site and was returning to the office around 11am on a fine sunny day, only to spot a fine looking fox on the other side of the road. What alerted me to his presence was the clickety-click-click-click of his claws on the pavement as he sprinted towards who-knows-where. That must have happened at least a quarter of a century ago, and I still remember it like it was yesterday!
Thank you for your uplifting and informative post.
Thanks for the kind comments, we have more than our fair share of fox late night calls, from barks to screams and everything in between. Goes with the territory I guess.