Well, Readers, we continue to be visited by the fox cub every night – I’m pretty sure that s/he and the vixen hang out at the bottom of the garden during the day, whenever John goes to the shed he disturbs some russet creature.

Here are Mum and the cub together, they seem very close still, though I haven’t seen  the little one trying to feed.

They both look very bedraggled after the thunder storm a few nights ago.

Always so watchful…..

The baby squirrel is also much in evidence first thing in the morning….

But for now, I’m really glad that the foxes are still around and safe. Soon the cub will probably need to move off and establish their own territory, and that’s when the trouble really starts – most urban foxes only have a life expectancy of about eighteen months, compared to a maximum life expectancy of 9 to 12 years. Fingers crossed f or this little one.