Saturday, December 10, 2011

City foxes

Last night, a little after midnight, I heard this horrible, high-pitched, strangled screeching sound outside of Isobel's apartment. It sounded like a cross between a crow and a cat, and, while it only lasted about 30 seconds, it was really dreadful! In the morning, I asked her about it, and it turns out London is home to urban foxes!



I know, I know, they probably don't sound like George Clooney or Meryl Street, and they probably don't wear corduroy suits or flowered aprons or paint or play whackbat, but I can dream, can't I? City foxes do sound like something out of a novel, much more so than the suburban raccoons I grew up with!

This city is just full of surprises.

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