Urban Foxes: myth or reality

Reality. I hear what sounds like screaming. I lie in bed and think, oh dear, some woman is being attacked. What?! How? It's a Monday night in a posh neighborhood. What do I do?

Then I hear a door creek open. And little feet on wooden floors. And a voice whispering urgently outside my door, "Jennifer! Are you up?!?!"

Moira had spotted not one but two silvery grey foxes outside her bedroom window.

This is a picture with my iPhone. I think the little booger limped off before I could capture his likeness. But for the sake of the blog, just imagine he's there. Looking up at Moira's 2nd floor window. Gleaming eyes. Imagining ways to scale the wall and eat her face off.








Those suckers were much bigger than I imagined. More like wolves than the cute little foxy Robin Hood in the Disney Cartoon.

1:12am. School at 8. Dreams of foxes. Scaling walls. Can foxes climb? Perhaps this merits a google search.


PS--a little light reading on the subject: http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2006/05/foxes-london.html


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