A Fox In The Snow.
A fox yesterday.
Okay it wasn't actually in the snow. I lied so I couild include a tenuous link to a Belle and Sebastian song. However it is a good story.
Yesterday I was dozing in bed, as is my want at 5 o'clock in morning, when I heard the patter of tiny feet. This usually means that Twiglet is up and about and about to demand his brekfast. He does this by jumping on the bed, burrowing under the covers and attacking my feet/legs until I get up and feed him. Not wanting to be attacked I raised my head in order to head him off at the pass. I was shocked to be confronted by a FOX IN MY BEDROOM!!!!
I don't know which of us was the more surprised, but if there was a contest I reckon I might win it. Upon seeing me he scuttled off sharpish into the kitchen where he could be heard, whilst I put my leg brace on, crashing about. I arrived in the kitchen and he standing on my kitchen table jumping up at the window trying to get out. Unfortunately the window was tightly closed and he did some bouncing off practice. By the time I had opened the back door he had zipped into the lounge and out of the window, which I had left open in an attempt to at least circulate a small amount of cool air overnight. By careful deduction, I ascertained that this was also his means of entry.
Twiglet, who watched the bouncing off practice from the garden was completely unfazed by it all and sauntered in for his breakfast as if nothing had happened. Marmite was out losing his collar and bell. More expense and birdy carnage to follow no doubt.
This was all quite exciting and woke me up better than any cup of tea would have done. It is by far the best fox related incident on my life so far. I will still be opening the lounge window at night, but not quite so wide.