Fox and the fruity scat

We see lots of foxes in the autumn, scoffing on the ripe damsons and raspberries in the garden. Here’s a film of the fox, stealing our fruit and leaving a fruity fresh scat.

Without wolves the foxes have no foes apart from Dewi and the other farmers; every now and again there is a hunt and the other weekend I think they got two. There are also some people who go ‘lamping’, shining a high powered torch at night and then firing at the eyes. Sheep eyes are very different to fox eyes but I’m not sure how different Molly’s (our dog) would be, so she stays indoors at night time.

Despite the best efforts of the hunters there are still plenty of foxes but, now that we have no chickens and ducks to protect, we’re not too bothered. The worst that can happen is Molly rolling in a fresh scat; the stink is terrible but a bit of soap and a scrubbing brush in the stream soon puts that right. She won’t tell me why does she loves fox poo so much.