Thursday, 7 May 2009

Fox Night

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.

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