A humorous look at bodily ills and daily woes, and tips from someone who has suffered everything from arthritis to athlete's foot.
Saturday, 2 October 2010
The patient fox
These photos should really have been put into my wildlife blog, but as I'm not sure if you all read that, I decided to pop them in here. Every evening, anytime from six onwards, the fox comes sniffing round the lawn to see if it can find anything tasty, then sits and waits, gazing at us through through the patio doors.
What a very fine brush it has. Wonder it doesn't trip over it!