Critters in the yard

 I walked out to our lovely backyard here one day to spread some laundry and right in the middle of wrangling my shirt onto a hangar, I look up and come face to face with a beautiful gray fox.

I’ve always been a wildlife enthusiast and one of my dreams is to actually go on a safari trip to Masai Mara, Gorongosa, or any park indeed where I can interact with wild animals so it’s quite a pleasant shock to see one so close.

We both freeze and stare at each other. Me, trying to stare it down and wondering if rabies shots are included in my NHS package and the fox staring at me and probably wondering what the fuck I’m doing in its territory. (for some strange reason, our backyard is seldom visited and has a grassy, outcropy type of landscape with a lot of shrubs and some squirrel-infested trees)

We stand like this for about one minute, till my minions smack me upside the head and remind me that I’m the higher mammal/predator on the evolutionary scale here… so I stamp my foot (and my authority) and shoo the fucker away.

Can you believe that this thing “eyed” me up and down and literally just strolled away down to the end of the garden and disappeared into a hole which I can only assume was its burrow. I could have sworn the idiot fox was also laughing as it went.

I kukuma just spread my clothes and left there jejely.

Apparently, foxes are regular denizens over here and are a part of the local fauna along with the numerous squirrels and lovely birds.. If they do so well here in London, i wonder how they would be thriving in the more local areas in Britain..