Guess what......?

I've just seen a fox in the garden!  I was standing by the opened 'fridge when, freezing on the spot, found a fox staring hard at me thru' the patio door.  Bright black eyes scanned the interior as I held my breath, waiting to see what he would do next, wishing him not to run away.  He was very lean and his brush quite deflated and he was obviously cold and hungry, desperately looking for food.  He moved away from the window out of my sight and I thought I'd lost him.

I crept cautiously towards the door and there he was, pacing about the patio, past the window again, onto the grass, looking carefully about and sniffing the cold breeze.  He raised his head towards the sky, seeking direction perhaps or scanning the clouds for snowflakes, for it was so cold.

Then, with a sudden leap, he was onto the garden seat and focusing on the fence, and with one graceful bound he was up and over, and away.

My visitor had departed and of course, my camera had not been to hand.  What a stunning photo that would have made and, what's more, it would have looked good beside the  photo of the strutting pheasant taken by the dear SO in his garden!

I know the urban fox is well documented but isn't it exciting when you see him for yourself, in your own space?

Daisy