Last night I was woken up at 5 by a someone trying to get in through the window. I fearlessly opened the curtains to find a fox on the window sill, digging up my window boxes. The cheeky blighter stared at me then hopped off to the end of the garden to moan for a while. Anyone know why on earth a fox would want to dig up my primroses?
Hmm.... Entertainment? Malice? Boredom? I can sympathise as my garden's also taken a bit of a hit this winter from scratching, moaning, demolishing, defecating foxes.
Bearing in mind the proposed upcoming "free debate" in parliament on the Hunting Act, any other gardeners in favour of petitioning our local MP to pull a U-turn on this topic and work towards instigating a Harringay Hunt....?! ;)*
* NB: Joke. ALF please do not firebomb my flat. Thanks.
A fox keeps avidly digging up my primroses too! how strange!