What excellent pictures! Is that her indoors with the hat on?! Very fetching!
As kids we used to get urban foxes in the 'garden', to use the term loosely. Compared to your floral nirvana, it was more an industrial wasteland than a garden!
Every Saturday i would spend my weekly pocket money (£1) buying five pounds of beef liver from the butcher. In one of those vast cooking pots from yesteryear I would boil it to within an inch of its life. The smell was vile but the foxes loved it. They came to dine from far and wide. Think Maureen Lipman and the Bisto advert! The foxes would visit at night in increasing numbers! The old, the young, the infirm.
Sadly, in the end, the combination of complaints from the neighbours about "night-time visitors" and the pervasive smell of offal evident throughout the house meant that with great regret, the 'soup kitchen' was forced to close :-(
cheers, a
p.s. twas a strange thing to see our foul-tempered tomcat amicably dining alongside wild foxes. Contrary to popular myth, both species have a mutual respect for each other.