Bold as Brass

I know many of you, like me live in cities, and are used to urban foxes.  But for those of you who are not I thought you might like these photographs.

On Wednesday evening (very early) I went to put some rubbish into the recycling, and when I opened the front door, there was a fox, standing by the car, as Bold as Brass.  He looked at me and slowly turned away to cross the road.

I poped back into the house to grab my camera, and here are my snapshots.  They aren't perfect, but I hope portray the immediacy of the moment.

We have a great many foxes in Richmond, and I usually see several over a week, but usually this is  at dawn or dusk, and they aren't  quite as bold.

 This particular fox may well be a vixen,  I know that  the Vicarage garden (two houses away from my home) has had a number of  fox families,  with cubs over the last few years.  So this may just be a very tired Mum returning home after a brief respite from minding the babies.

Mr or is it Mrs? Fox

Crossing the road after a long stare

Not in a hurry

What shall I do now?

Look both ways

And carefully cross the road

Back again, and I'll just ignore her this time!