I want to talk to foxes I realised as I cycled from Crouch End to Holloway. It was half past one in the morning and the fox ran in front of my bike and I stopped and said hello boy and he paused and turned.
And I wanted to talk to him and say your safe and how are you and can I help?
But he ran off and left me with an out stretched hand that I wish he’d known would have cared for him.
Jo came in just now and had a connection as she often has with animals, the fox’s tail caught her eye as it dodged into the garden.
“Hello Foxy” she said, the fox stopped and looked at her and cocked it’s head and as she passed she looked behind to see the Fox was heading for the danger of The Holloway Road. It met her eyes and she said “Oh be careful Mr Foxy.”
As she walked she looked behind again. The Fox looked back to meet her wise caring gaze, and hearing the advice, Mr Foxy turned back into the safety of the garden.
I like it that Jo can talk to Fox’s and I like to think it was the same Fox.