Strange happening yesterday at fox feeding time. I confess I am baffled - though quite happy....
I thought I had a good grip on who is turning up at the moment. In order of seniority it's Hoppity the three and a half year old vixen, Toff the eighteen month old newly adult dog fox, Rusty the male cub of this year currently limping, Midge the tiny vixen cub and the two nameless male cubs of the same litter (by Patch out of Hoppity).
Only it seems that's not quite right....
Rusty earned the right to a name by standing out from his brothers by being the first cub to attend rather than be just "noises off" and by taking his cue from Patch that coming close to the humans was OK. Last night I'd fed nearly everybody including the cub hopping with one foreleg held up, when suddenly a fairly big dog fox - definitely bigger than the two nameless cubs - sauntered confidently up onto next door's patio and paused at the near corner of it, next to our front step - no more than eight feet away, watching me intently. I obliged him with a drumstick chucked only onto the step and he ambled onto it, took the food and returned to next door's patio to eat it: repeat twice and then he trotted away into the darkness with drumstick number 4.
So is that the real Rusty? And if so, where's he been (because I haven't seen this confident behaviour since before we went to Shetland) and what's he been up to to get so big so quickly? If it isn't, and it's an older fox that knows the routine, who on earth is it? It certainly isn't Scally, Smudge or Patch, and Psycho's mad lidless eye would give him away even if he's still alive at four-and-a-half....
Watch this space - tonight I'm going to work with the camera to try to solve the conundrum.
John