Fantastic Mr Fox - my rear end! Roald Dahl has a lot to answer for. Crafty, clever and completely fearless, foxes are meant to look fabulous in the countryside. Or the odd unprotected hen coop. Not my Brighton back garden where bunnies and kids are enjoying the sunshine.
The latest news about the mauling of two little girls comes as no surprise, having faced Reynard out and dropped my gaze first. Bold doesn't come close. Wild hand flapping and shooing looks embarrassing before that steady stare. They go when and where they want, dancing along the top of a fence with more skill than Cirque Soleil acrobat. They could walk a washing line.
We thought day times were safe. The dog knew otherwise and bust a gut trying to break through the back door. The rabbits were out, so he got banned to his bed. Bad move. We found the bobtail well under the decking. Which was only six inches off the ground. Sworn enemy of the canine, our Jet would have have given that fox a good pasting or died in the attempt. As it was the bunny copped it.
We blame easy access bins and misguided nature lovers leaving out treats. I want foxes wild and scared, not urban mums.
or died in the attempt. As it was, the bunny copped it.
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