Outfoxed
Two weeks ago the top story in the greatest city in the world was one of the highest profile anti-terrorism swoops in British history. Two weeks later the top story seems to be about the menace of the urban fox in Croydon: it either shows just how quickly life returns to normality & banality (and the failure of the terrorist cause) or that we need something to fear and get worked up about.
Since moving to London 7 years ago (is it 7 years?!) the often-spotted urban fox has never caused much alarm... the occasional shock as it scampers across the road or as you get caught in the glare of each other's headlights. This photo was taken just a few days ago: the house is reasonably close to a railway line which seems to act as home, highway and good scavenging ground.
They've never been particularly pestly but I can't exactly see them as being the urban dweller's friend: unbelievable that some comments on the site above actually admit to feeding the blighters. Still, they're probably the ones who make the pilgrimage to Trafalgar Square to feed the ratty, disease-ridden pigeons.
Since moving to London 7 years ago (is it 7 years?!) the often-spotted urban fox has never caused much alarm... the occasional shock as it scampers across the road or as you get caught in the glare of each other's headlights. This photo was taken just a few days ago: the house is reasonably close to a railway line which seems to act as home, highway and good scavenging ground.
They've never been particularly pestly but I can't exactly see them as being the urban dweller's friend: unbelievable that some comments on the site above actually admit to feeding the blighters. Still, they're probably the ones who make the pilgrimage to Trafalgar Square to feed the ratty, disease-ridden pigeons.