Mr Fox

The day was full and busy.

The night was also way too busy. We all went to bed late, as in after midnight, because we’ve been watching all the Harry Potter films in order together and sometimes we can’t bring ourselves to press pause ...

But Mr Fox was on a mission just below my window, where the hen house is. So I heard him scratching and sniffing the coop in the small hours, and our dogs went totally bonkers. And when Mr Fox (who could, in all honesty, be Mrs Fox) had finished his investigations, he decided to lie where, through one eye he could see the dogs at the kitchen window and through the other eye, watch the coop.

He stayed for over an hour, left and then returned. He was so dog-like, he was almost winsome.

But we know this healthy fox. He’s eaten our chickens before. We’re hoping he learns that this hen house is unconquerable.