I walked past the construction yard at the bottom of the street about 10 minutes ago. In my own little world, thinking about how a black cat I'd seen had genuinely looked like a moving piece of darkness but how it was too cliched ever to use... I noticed as I passed that there was a dog on the other side of the gate and wondered if it was a guard dog. I had to look again as it seemed awfully small and skinny to be a guard dog and frankly a little unkind.
It was a fox.
Seeing a fox is one of my special things and when I'm feeling frivolous I pretend to believe it's a good omen. I know some people with large gardens and urban chickens hate city foxes. I say Yah Boo Sucks to them, if they are blessed with big gardens they have to take the down side with it. Says me who has a tiny yard.
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