The littlest cub has adopted us. We have named it Oliver, as in Twist, as it always comes back for more. It appears first thing in the morning looking hopeful and steals the birds' bread - unless the crow gets there first. It's terrified of the crow and scarpers when it appears. It's also a bit nervous of the pigeons. Obviously, the fact that pigeon would make a jolly good meal hasn't yet occurred to it. I have a feeling it may be a little vixen, in which case we'll have to change its name to Olivia.
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