A city fox trots around the allotment site. Normally it's on the move, warily. This week however, on a warm, still day, it was sunbathing on the plot next to ours, on a patch of weed-supressing carpet. It must have provided much the same cosy effect as a dog bed.
We were sitting having a cup of tea when we noticed it. We were certainly chatting loudly enough to be heard by it, but it drowsed on in the sun. When it did wake up it started grooming itself, and at times looked directly at us.
Fighting the horror
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