A filthy night out ...

... the expected weather front arrived just as the Cruisedog and I set out for our nightly rounds. Usual vixen in my garden arrived to get three chicken thighs and at least 5 foxes had congregated in the woods nearby. At the first check, 4 foxes and Jackal who came to feed by hand. The big surprise was the meadow where no less than 5 foxes encircled us, making the Cruisedog a little nervous. A fleeting glimpse of a single fox on the blustery and unexposed headland and then back to the barn where there were no animals at all on view. By the time we got back to our gate, we were both soaking wet and abedraggled fox waited expectantly ... and was rewarded with the last of the scraps. A very good night indeed, despite the rain and the wind ...