Tuesday, September 27, 2005
A present from our local fox
This is a true story: We have a resident fox. He owns our garden. He decides which frogs live in our longer grass, he decides where he leaves his pungent excretia. He has a nonchalant swagger as he sniffs around our garbage bags, even to the extent that when the security lights come on his pride stops him scampering off immediately. This is his Manor.
Of late, Freddie Fox http://www.flickr.com/photos/familyboucher/47194938/ has been doing more than just leaving the remains of the nights dinner in our garden or killing off the local amphibean life. Our garden has started to resemble the backyards of Steptoe and Son.
For some unknown reason Freddie has been carrying an assortment of items into our garden and storing them there.
These items range from numerous plastic balls, dogs' toys, pieces of rope and of course garbage debris. Today we had an incredible delivery.
The wierd, almost eerie arrival is a pink rabbit left in the middle of our lawn. What does it mean, what does Freddie know, what is his game. Or is he just a happy fox bringing a present to our new arrival.
¶ 7:03 pm
Of late, Freddie Fox http://www.flickr.com/photos/familyboucher/47194938/ has been doing more than just leaving the remains of the nights dinner in our garden or killing off the local amphibean life. Our garden has started to resemble the backyards of Steptoe and Son.
For some unknown reason Freddie has been carrying an assortment of items into our garden and storing them there.
These items range from numerous plastic balls, dogs' toys, pieces of rope and of course garbage debris. Today we had an incredible delivery.
The wierd, almost eerie arrival is a pink rabbit left in the middle of our lawn. What does it mean, what does Freddie know, what is his game. Or is he just a happy fox bringing a present to our new arrival.
¶ 7:03 pm
