Every morning I walk the dogs and see signs of foxes living on our farm. The dogs always seem to find the poo to roll in, there are little tunnels through the grass and paths trodden into the edges of the fields. They clearly help themselves to the waste veggies left out for our pigs (pets, not meat!), and even come up around the house sometimes. Occasionally I see them, either a surprise, close up encounter, where we stop and stare at each other before the fox turns and vanishes into the woodland, or at a distance, running across a field.
I love that we share our home with a foxy family, that they have somewhere safe to live with enough food, water and shelter. A place they will never have to leave. Isn’t that what we all want and need?