Fox Reality

Bad news on the foxes, folks.
Not just cute and nostalgia-inducing.
Big story here about a fox that mauled two twin babies in their cots in their upstairs bedroom while they slept. Very rare for a fox.
It came in -- one story said attracted to the noise babies make while sleeping -- through an open window.
It's been warm here, so everyone's had their windows and back doors open.
We have too.
We always have our bedroom window open.
There are 10,000-20,000 foxes in London, I've read; 27 per square mile, I heard on the radio.
The last attack by a fox was years ago though. They usually just run away from bigger humans.
But they're becoming bolder, the stories say.
The distraught mother of the twins (can you imagine?) says she confronted the fox -- she and her husband were watching TV downstairs while the babies slept upstairs with a window open -- when she ran upstairs when her twin girls started crying.
Fox just stared her down, she said, not moving.
Not scared at all.
That's scary.
Stories quoted neighbors saying they run across foxes in their gardens a lot and that the foxes are everywhere.
A bit like here.
We did surprise a fox in our garden one night.
It ran away right away.
We thought it was kinda cute at the time.
Now not so sure.
I love having my kitchen door open, though, opening on to our cute little south-facing garden. Especially when the sun is shining.
But the trash is in the kitchen, so that must be a draw.
If any foxes are around.
Which they are.
I can see one now on the roof of the big wood shed in the old lumberyard directly in front of us.
Oh well.
It's drizzling and grey now though.
And they say it's staying that way for the week.
So the door's shut.
I wish the cute foxes hadn't done that.