Yesterday evening at about 7 pm one of our visitors - Jack, aged five - suddenly said excitedly, "There's a fox at the window." We all turned round and, sure enough, the fox that had regrown his fur following the course of homeopathy I treated him with, was on the deck, illuminated by the golden glow of the security light, with his nose pressed against the patio doors as if he was the visitor at the zoo watching the animals feed.
He wasn't fazed when he saw us all watching him, but turned round and trotted off to pick up some scraps from the lawn. Let's hope he doesn't take it into his head to come visiting through the cat flap.
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