Whatever our likes and dislikes of foxes, there is no excuse for making a sport of killing them - you might aw well turn criminals out to be hunted rather than locking them up (seem to remember a number of excellent classic films noir on that one!
We saw more foxes in London than we ever have in the countryside we now live in - found them a pleasure to behold rather than a nuisance or a danger
They used to nest alongside the main railway lines, especially those running past Wandsworth Prison - once they got used to the sound of the trains it was the quietest and safest place for them - totally isolated from the public
Most reports of them harming children turned out to be urban legends.
One of the weirdest experiences we ever had was in our quietish side-road in Wandsworth, West London
Pat and I were woken up one night by what we thought was a child crying
We looked out of the bedroom window to be met with the sight of a young fox rolling about in the road and emitting crying noises, watched by a somewhat bewildered cat sitting a yard or so away on the pavement.
After a few minutes, the scene became even more bizarre when a woman neighbour from a few doors away emerged and stood in the road in a long, flowing night-dress, as transfixed as we were - a Salvador Dali painting brought to life!
I'd put up with any inconvenience to witness something like that any day
I's stupid to blame foxes for behaving like foxes and attributing morality to that behaviour - I now Sen watches David Attenborough - does anybody else   
As much as it might upset me to see a cheetah bring down a beautiful deer that I am rooting for - that's what natural life is all about.
It's the evil that men do to the natural world that gets up my nose
I get extremely angry when I watch films of polar bears tip-toeing their way over ice that has been made paper thin by global warming, searching for food
That's what I call "not nice"
Jim Carroll