Photobomb ...

I looked out into the garden a couple of days ago and saw a fox. So I grabbed a few sausages and went out to see (I assumed) Ginger.

I sat on the lawn - the fox had disappeared into the shrubbery - but after a few minutes tentatively crept out and stared at me. It wasn't Ginger at all - it was Feisty! And it was a lactating Feisty (I'd always assumed he was a boy). But - it turns out Feisty is Mrs. Ginger.

She was nervous but hung around.

I went out again today and again she eventually turned up - I have yet to get a reasonable photo of them both. Here's an accidental one, as Ginger photobombs what should have been a lovely photo of Feisty!

Fingers crossed they'll bring their cubs here soon.