A midnight crockery thief
I opened the hedgehog feeding station to discover that not only had every last morsel of food been consumed and the dishes licked clean, but a ceramic bowl had gone missing. I searched the flower borders and shrubbery, but the bowl was nowhere to be found. In order to make off with their takeaway dinner the thief had managed to navigate the enclosed feeding station's internal predator baffle and then jumped my two-metre fence.
Though I had heard a fence panel bang the previous evening as an animal vaulted over, I had failed to catch sight of the intruder slinking through the impenetrable shadow of my semi-wild garden. However, a musky fug reminiscent of boiled onions and violets lingering in the side passage, and the twisted, taper-ended faeces deposited on the path, left me in no doubt as to the thief's identity - a fox.
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