Well Readers, the trail camera is back in position, and after I’ve deleted all the photos of my husband walking to and from our new shed, I have quite a few foxy shots to share with you. This one is a hefty dog fox, but our cub is also popping in every night – I thought we had two cubs, but have decided it’s actually a vixen and one cub.

The cub is adorable, but is already quite a lot larger than he or she was when he first appeared, so I suppose at some point s/he’ll disperse. Or will they? There’s some evidence that cubs sometimes hang around in their parents’ territory and help to provision the cubs that are born the following year. This probably makes sense in town, where territories are so hard to come by, and where food is relatively easily available (at least if the debris along East Finchley High Road is anything to go by).

Oh, and if there’s any dry dog food left (we only throw out a handful) the collared doves and woodpigeons are always happy to tidy it up…