Wild life

I had an extra visitor to the flat (well, the garden) on Saturday... a somewhat dozy fox.
Proof that there is wildlife in this corner of England! Even if, unlike certain American states, you don't run the risk of being maimed, trampled or ripped into small shreds should you come across one.

This character I think was a bit lost, hung over or something. For a creature that is supposed to be nocturnal coming out in mid-afternoon for a stretch and a scratch is a bit unusual. There was a lot of scratching, trust me. Well ingrained fleas it would seem.

Still, one of the benefits of hunting being banned, I suppose. Coming out for a Saturday afternoon wander, maybe catch some rugby (england lose again, useless bunch) , without running the risk of bumping into a horde of bizarrely dressed horsey types with a pack of mutts.

Might have been after the relatives of the mouse I caught in the kitchen the other day, I suppose. Only the one caught so far, which is a relief. Didn't really fancy having to chase a family of the things. Still, it has brought forward the possibility of getting a cat much closer. I'm not allowed a dog by the better half...... well, okay to be fair I agreed that getting a dog wouldn't be right for a few years yet..... but a cat that can cope with long periods of abandoment whilst we're both at work does make sense. May well start looking at Easter for one!