The other character in this garden tale is the resident fox who comes by every few days and hangs out for a bit hoping to catch one of the little-uns but they disappear before she gets anywhere near them. More than likely she has some cubs somewhere but she has yet to show them to us. She criss-crosses her territory picking up scents and occasionally digging something up- probably a worm. I enjoy watching her move, sometimes she looks a bit drunk but there is also something delicate about the way she places his feet – almost like a thoroughbred horse. She looks to be well fed but only rarely do I see him with a rabbit in his mouth. I wish he was a bit more efficient at catching rabbits but she is not fast enough to catch the big-uns. I have seen her pass rabbits only a few metres away – she knows she can’t catch them so she doesn’t bother. They seem to co-exist quite happily together - and so should I.