I walked into the kitchen tonight and spotted a fox picking at the bread we had left out for the birds. I think I scared him off to start with, but he was soon back for the rest. We threw another slice out for him so we could take a couple of photos. Here is a picture.
I think it is fantastic. The garden to our house is a bit of an oddity really. It was left overgrown for about 10 years and was used as a builders yard for a bit. We still have a large circular saw in a cast iron base hidden behind a hedge. I have been working on clearing it up for months, although I'm not making much headway. However, one good thing about the garden is all the wildlife I see. We have multiple species of birds, squirrels and I even saw a mouse the other day, but having a fox living nearby is just great.
The fox kept coming into the garden, cramming as much bread as he could into his mouth, and then leaving again. So I can only assume that there are little foxes about somewhere. I went upstairs to get a better view and Matthew was awake so I pointed the fox out to him. He straight away identified it as a fox. He must have learnt something from us reading him Beatrix Potter books.
This connects something I was thinking about the other day. We usually put out some bread at night (try getting a 3 year old to eat crusts) and they are always gone by morning. I just thought we had hungry birds!