We've been visited every early evening for at least eight or nine months by a beautiful dog fox. We've seen him grow in that time from a scrawny cub to a big fellow with a lovely coat. All right, confession time, I've been encouraging him every evening with either a small stack of peanuts or a handful of doggie-pellets. He and our cat come campaigning every evening for food together, and to my delight they ignore each other, even though they could be just a couple of feet apart at the back door. He'll come within a couple of feet of me, and I talk to him and he knows me, but that's close enough for me. He's a wild animal and I want him to stay that way. I'm glad that his doggie snack gives him a few vitamins and minerals, but he has to go and get the bulk of his diet all by himself. Ever since he appeared on the scene we haven't seen a single one of those hateful grey squirrels or a mole, and the pesky rabbits and wood pigeons have been much thinner on the ground. That'll do me! What joy!