Here is a pic taken through a rainy window of Mrs Fox and
three of her four cubs posing in my south London garden. Their den is under the
shed, and so deep is the tunnel, it looks a little wobbly. One day a month ago,
urged on by my friend Phil Polglaze, I blocked the entrance to the den, so as
to encourage the frolicking family to move on. That evening Mrs Fox and a cub
arrived home only to find it blocked. She looked so dejected and even
(anthropomorphism gone mad) embarrassed in front of her offspring. Of course, I
unblocked the entrance and all slept well that night. Now, as you can see, the
youngsters are practically teenagers so will be off looking for their own pads
soon, I hope.
