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I say, I say, I say, my fox has no tail. Your fox has no tail? How does it ... erm ... well, you get the idea.No, it has no tail, well, just a stump really. Our other regular visiting fox has a big bushy tail, and a third, occasional visitor has

The foxes of East Dulwich are particularly well fed. I can tell this for sure, because I have been able to examine, very closely, what comes out of the other end of the fox. Last week, we received two parcels of fox dung on the pavement outside

and they saunter past without a care. One sniffed at the guinea-pig hutch, then squeezed through the gap in the fence and was gone.We city dwellers have a soft spot for these animals. For most of us, foxes are probably the most impressive wildlife we ever see

A few days ago a fox vaulted over the fence and landed on the two cats asleep just outside the back door. Fur flew. The poor beast didn't stand a chance. It stopped half way up the lawn and turned to see what exploding ammunition dump it had fallen

The foxes have been busy in my garden again. I haven’t seen them recently, but they leave their tell-tale signs. Occasionally I have cause to curse them, notably when I move the kids’ climbing frame to mow the lawn and find a putrescent latrine

I think we have foxes living under our garden shed. I first noticed the scratching in the soil a week or so ago. It didn't look like very much excavation had occured and the hole didn't appear to go very far. But now we have more earth-moving going

of the leaves when I spotted a ruddy brown bundle next to the ivy thicket. There was a fox asleep on the roof of the shed.It turned its head towards me as I cracked open the casement to take a picture. Not a very good one, I have to admit, I need a telephoto

inquisitive and it is not unusual to find whiskered rodent features peering in through the transparent perspex flap. Luckily none of them have quite worked out what to do next.The fox was also poking about in the snow on Saturday. It was gingerly mincing

I used to see foxes all the time. Whenever I looked out of the window there was almost certainly one sniffing about in the garden or strolling nonchalantly down the street. Winter nights were alive with the unearthly yelps and screams of the males

on. All I could see was the squirrel’s back end, with its fluffy tail twitching sinuously back and forth like a snake charmer’s serpent. It seemed to have its head buried in one of my skulls.Along with the fox skulls nailed to the shed and the flag