Thursday, 7 May 2009
Last night the fox woke me up, it was calling - a cross between a howl and a bark. It looks just like this one and comes into our garden every night and works its way down the street. There is something wonderful about a wild sound that cuts through the city noise. We live right in the middle of Bristol and the fox moves through the streets as easily as through any woodland. I love it, I love the wild in the city, the occasional peregrine and sparrow hawk, the garden birds, the fox. Just seeing it gives a shot of excitement I don't get from buildings and shops - lovely.