Sunday, June 17, 2007


I'm not mad about foxes. They're ok I suppose. (Still not seen any in Reading yet though, which is strange).

But this little fella made us both feel sad.

A wee fox cub, maybe 2 or 3 weeks old, not long leving the safety of the earth. Dead.

I really haven't got a clue what happened to him. We found him out in the open, with no marks on him, looking really quite fit and healthy. Almost like he was sleeping with his eyes open!

I can only hazard a guess that he had eaten something poisonous the night before - maybe a lead weight from a fisherman - I don't know.

Really quite sad...

1 comment:

deborah said...

If the mother fox finds that one of her young is ill, perhaps with a disease of some sort, she will transport the youngster away from the other litter mates and abandon it. She does this to insure the health of her remaining young, called kits. It is natures way of ensuring a greater survival rate.