Two foxes...

No, I am not referring to a pub but rather two foxes that awoke me during the wee hours of Sunday morning (1:30am-ish). My dreams were shattered when some strange noise tore its way into my mind. It sounded like crackling of tin cans but with an added eerie aspect to it. Clambering out of bed I looked out my window to see what was potting, only to see a red streak darting down the road; a fox. I kept watching though as the noise was still there and soon afterwards quietened down as another fox came trotting down the road (in the same direction as the streak went) busy padding about and marking its territory. I was pretty impressed as I hadn’t clicked that there could be foxes in the neighbourhood willing enough to come into the streets, clearly I was mistaken, which isn’t surprising as I do live near some wooded areas (see pic). It was nice to see them, albeit at 1:30 in the morning and luckily I was able to go back to sleep and carry on with my dreams.

Since that night I have been awoken again by the strange tin-can crackling noise but thankfully I was able to identify this sound previously, as it can be rather freaky during the early hours of a dark morning. Pity I wasn’t able to see the foxes again but at least one was out there!