He would follow me around the garden and he had a thing about shoes…
But he suddenly went away and I had a couple of other foxes turn up; they were mangy and ill and not terribly chatty. I did treat them with mange medicine but I never really bonded with them.
Here is one of them lying in a banana box awaiting his doctored dinner. You can see that he is quite bald on his back leg ( to treat fox mange, you can get Ivomec or Panomec from your vet for a few pounds. You give them 0.125 ml in some cat food or other absorbent food he may like. A fox will need at least two doses 10 days apart. I kind of feed them every day during this period just to help them build up their strength and to keep them coming back for their second dose of medicine.)
But lately a new fox has started to visit, and he is almost as lovely and fluffy as my old friend.
This is him sunbathing today at the top of the garden. He is still a bit weary of me, but we had a nice little chat.
I like the fact that he so content with his life; he needs nothing from me at all. But I feel much better for having him around. There is something so calming about smiley foxes.