A magical night on the cliffs ...

Monday, 7 September 2009

A magical night on the cliffs ...

... after last night's sparse turnout. The folks across the way had a party until 2:30 am with loud rock music which echoed across the valley and scared off most of our usual 'customers'. Jackal did dash out to grab some food before scuttling away but at most of our rendezvous points there was nothing to be seen. However, it was business as usual with a vengeance 24 hours later with four foxes rushing down the lane to greet us, spearheaded by the 'Leader of the Pack' - Jackal. Most unusually, Jackal approached and took food from my hand in the lane before trotting behind Cruisedog and I to the top of the hill - the usual feeding point. It was a similar story out on the cliffs where another group of foxes stood off some way observing, before closing fast on our departure. At the last rendezvous, a minor fracas broke out when a pair of badgers took grave exception to Barnie (always appears from behind a barn) going too close to their banana and peanuts. Finally, on walking up to the back door, My Vixen's cub put in a belated appearance and waited while I got some of our chicken from the fridge. Over twenty animals observed on the rounds - just think, if you were walking around the exact route we took, you would have been very fortunate to have seen one or two ...