Morning visitor
Sep. 30th, 2007 09:32 amJust sat down at the kitchen table (I sit looking out into our newly-renovated back garden), and caught a glimpse of ginger passing across the lawn. "Blimey," I thought as I looked up, "next door's cat is getting big."
But it wasn't next door's cat, it was a fox. It stopped and turned and looked right at me, then turned away, yawned and padded off. Gorgeous, although I wonder now if I should worry about my more regular visitor, the grey squirrel of great busyness.
Sorry if this seems commonplace to you. I am a pitifully urban creature of the kind that would be standing wan and anxious at a rural railway station in a story about evacuee children. I think I've only seen a fox once before. Also, our garden isn't that big, and so a fox looked pretty grand out there in the morning sun.
ETA: Busy squirrel just nipped past, heading in the other direction.
ETA2: Ooh, there goes the fox again - heading after the squirrel! Blimey, it's all go around here this morning.
But it wasn't next door's cat, it was a fox. It stopped and turned and looked right at me, then turned away, yawned and padded off. Gorgeous, although I wonder now if I should worry about my more regular visitor, the grey squirrel of great busyness.
Sorry if this seems commonplace to you. I am a pitifully urban creature of the kind that would be standing wan and anxious at a rural railway station in a story about evacuee children. I think I've only seen a fox once before. Also, our garden isn't that big, and so a fox looked pretty grand out there in the morning sun.
ETA: Busy squirrel just nipped past, heading in the other direction.
ETA2: Ooh, there goes the fox again - heading after the squirrel! Blimey, it's all go around here this morning.