Waiting

Dad fox patiently waiting on my doorstep for me to open the window and get his supper.
 

Fox supper time

Coming up to midnight and Dad fox checks the supper for his family who will be along later.

All o.k. looks up at me to say thankyou.

He really enjoyed  his meal. You can almost see a smile on his face.  All the time he is eating I talk to him which keeps him calm and when he has finished his meal he will sit for a while as though he likes my company.
 

My favourite fox picture

 This was one of the first pictures of the foxes in my garden when I started to feed them on a regular basis. This one soon cottoned on to me being a friend and would not harm it. I feed it when I go to bed in the evening it sits outside and waits for my room lights to go on, it then runs up to my window and sits waiting for to feed it. I throw the biscuits out and it will leap up in the air and try to catch them. I talk to it while it eats and I often get a response in the form of a whimper or grunt. It picks out all its favourites and leaves the rest for his family to come along later and clear them up. Perhaps one day I will be able to stroke and make a fuss of him.

Dad fox has come back

 Dad fox had a bit of trouble with last years youngsters. He disappeared for a couple of days. When he returned he brought a friend with him. I am yet to find out whether it is male or female. They were quite happy to feed at my feet.

Foxes of my garden

Foxes love my garden. They visit every night for their supper.

Then they play or lay on the grass and relax.

They have friends who happily join them for a snack.

Always look up to the window to see if I'm watching.

 I've learned a lot about foxes during my life, They are not sly but clever and knowledgeable. many years ago they lived with humans like a dog. This is why they adapt quickly to the living alongside humans. They wait in the garden at night and when I turn my room light on they run up to my window for their supper.  I met a man many years ago who lived with foxes and he gave a talk to members of the photographic club and one of his foxes came along too. It was quite happy with all the people around it and behaved just like a dog. I visited his home later and his foxes were out playing in the woods. A neighbour told me that the foxes were no problem at all. They lived locally as wild creatures.