. . . and his fur is perfect.
I was sent this photo and description by Sarah L., who has been following what seems to have turned into Fox Week:
To add to your new collection of fox pictures, I attach a photo I took in November of a red fox curled up in my garden in London. Foxes are a common sight in the city, trotting along at dusk in residential streets, not exactly tame but cautiously bold. They live in the grassy or wooded areas along the many train lines into the central London train terminals, of which there are about a dozen. They have no natural predators, guns are not allowed, and there are no red-coated huntsmen after them, so they have a pretty placid life. One of them even got to the top of the Shard near London Bridge when it was being built and apparently lived on scraps from workmen’s lunches for a month until it was caught and returned to the ground–not humanely disposed of or turned in for a bounty, but simply turned loose in Bermondsey. I hope they are living on mice and rats, but their diet is probably more like hamburger scraps dropped in the street.