Watch out in the evenings because the urban fox is definitely out and about, and not just at night. Anyway, with urban Foxes in the news at the moment I thought you might enjoy some pictures sent in by my Sheffield Star readers……..some pretty good camera work!
Enjoy the foxes – Sheffield Telegraph
Fox casing the joint. Don Rudston
Fox waiting at the window for its treat. Don Rudston
Friendly fox by Peter Burton
Foxed by the cat. By Peter Burton
Young foxes October 2007 by Steve Smith I think at Stockport on the railway lines – but looking a bit mangy . This is what he wrote:
‘I was in Stockport last weekend wait for a Railtour at 3pm when two foxes came from behind Signal Box No1 and crossed over about eight tracks roads and directly in front of many people even stopping to stare at people waiting for trains while they waited for there train to arrive.’
He went on to ask ‘Are Foxes usually as tame as this? And do they normally come out in daylight?’
Steve also sent some really nice pictures taken at the railway station. And my reply was – well an interesting observation and yes foxes can be quite tame abut not usually so publicly. I’m not quite sure what they were up to, and from the pictures they actually don’t seem in good condition. It is hard to tell just from photographs but they seem to be low weight and have fur loss. I wonder if they are very hungry and that is why they were out and about during the day and so close to people; perhaps scavenging. Maybe these particular foxes weren’t tame but desperate. Foxes will feed during the day but generally in a situation where they feel secure, such as in a garden where the owner feeds them. At other times the pressures of raising young cubs can make foxes more likely to forage during daylight as well as at night.
Mike Parker from Deepcar followed this with: ‘I was just walking up to the post-box at about 11.30 in the evening, and spotted the biggest fox I’ve seen for a long time; a real monster with a thick, long, bushy tail. This one was certainly not starving. As it hesitated under the glare of the street lamp, it paused and looked at me as if asking what a human was doing up and about at such a late hour. It then looked away somewhat disdainfully, and loped across the road in a leisurely way with its magnificent tail held almost horizontally. As I walked past where it had been only moments before, the strong musty smell lingered distinctively in the air. It is quite clear to me at least that fox hounds don’t need to be that clever. The poor old fox leaves a pretty obvious trail that even I can smell.’