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...