As I prepared breakfast, I noticed an unusual movement in the view from my kitchen window. It was a fox. In the far end of my garden it selected a sunny but secluded spot, turned around a couple of times to make a little bed in the snow and then settled in for a morning's nap. It slept there all morning. Around noon when the sun's rays no longer reached it's bed, it got up and stretched, had a good scratch, a roll in the snow and then moved off to a sunnier location a few feet away.
To my eyes, garden features just don't get any more charming!
|Furry ears point in the direction of my kitchen window.|
|Pawing the snow and turning around to form a bed.|
|Settling in to a sunny spot for a morning's sleep.|
|Afternoon shadows have crept over it's bed.|
|Time to stretch and follow the sunshine.|
|Ah yes, there is a warmer spot over there!|
|This is a good bedroom for a little fox -- very private.|