I live on a very green housing estate that was laid down in 1900. There is plenty of cover for foxes and I know that about 100 yards away (at the back of the Post Office) is a den. So no surprise to see a fox, after dark that is. Yesterday, I went to the kitchen about 8:30pm - when it was still broad daylight - and there was this fellow sitting in my meadow, I mean, on my lawn. Photographed through my grubby kitchen window.