Lying awake in bed in the early hours after a night of non-sleep, I heard a vixen screaming nearby. A chilling sound. The first time Mum and Dad heard one from their house, they thought a woman was being attacked on the other side of the railway line.
Foxes are rare around here. They’re not tolerated in sheep country. One saw off most of our neighbours’ chickens last year, despite their being secured inside a sturdy chicken-wire enclosure with a roof.
