Be careful what you wish for.

A rather loaded title at the moment for Brit blippers but this has nothing to do with last Thursday's nonsense. Yesterday I was bemoaning the absence of the fox family when I got home from work. The four youngsters obviously felt it necessary to make amends and so at 3.15 this morning they had a party right below my bedroom window which seemed to involve tearing a pigeon to pieces and scattering the contents of somebody's bin across the grass. This less than inspired shot shows the aftermath this morning - I'm sure I'll forgive them for lost sleep eventually.