No More Fox Night

The fox has gone - haven't seen him/her for weeks now and a neighbour put a note through all the doors on the street complaining.  Apparently it killed their pet one evening and wants the fox eradication unit to be called if anyone ever sees a fox here again.  It is sad that the neighbour has lost a pet and really sad we can't live next to wild animals.  But it highlights it for me that our relationship with the natural world isn't all misty-eyed sunsets and pretty flowers.  We are competitors in a harsh world and we compete for space, food and resources.  So bye bye fox - it was really fun to see you while you were here.

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.