Sunday, 10 January 2010
that sly, bold reynardine
As I write it would seem that the snow has decided to leave almost as quietly as it came. I say that because at some point during the night - 5:30 in the morning to be precise - something went bump in the night. We can only presume it to be snow falling en masse from a roof - possibly ours. Obviously I jumped up straight away to find out what it was - the last time it happened, a few years ago now, it was a ceiling giving up the ghost after a 100 years in the bedroom next to ours. But first, obviously I looked out onto the street below our bedroom window. Nothing obvious to see but I saw Mr Fox running nonchalantly down our street, leaving his (or her) prints in the snow. Footprints in virgin snow, indeed.
I'm always excited when I see a live fox. I often DO see urban foxes running around and I'm sure they used to enjoy opening our rubbish bags in the back garden before the council decided we all needed industrial-sized lidded skips to keep our waste in. But, like most people, the commonest sighting of foxes is as a pile of fast food for crows by the A14. Unfortunately the foxes will not be enjoying the snow as it will be difficult to find food. It was still a huge thrill for me though. Still, as I said, the snow is melting so unless there is a huge freak snowstorm during the night, I will be wending my weary way to work tomorrow. I guess I'd better have an early night, then.
The picture is of our street earlier, so no fox.
Sun and dark she followed him,
His teeth did brightly shine,
And he led her up a-the mountains,
Did that sly, bold Reynardine.