4 out of 5 stars
For several Sunday evenings in a row, I would see a fox around 8 pm. I am not sure if it was the same one as I would see it in different places. It was quite bold and was utterly unphased by me being in a car going past it. We have even had them in the back garden on occasion. It goes to show that the urban fox is a mammal that is readily adaptable to the challenges that we throw at it.
Crumley is an admirer of these animals too and in these chapters, he tells us six stories of foxes beginning with one that appears from under his plane as it is sitting on the tarmac at Heathrow. Mostly he finds them as he moves around his beloved Highland landscapes, sometimes at the end of a pair of binoculars but occasionally a face-to-face encounter.
I like Crumley’s writing style so this is a perfect little book. I would have really liked more of it too, as I felt bereft when it had finished. I have read one of the others, and that, like this, has a stunning cover too. Must buy some of the others now.
We get them here regularly although they had made an earth under some discarded furniture in a garden a few doors down which has now been cleared so hope they find a new home. That cover is indeed stunning!
It is really nice how they are around, so far the guinea pigs we have in the garden have been safe