Urban Foxes

The foxes have been restless for days and keep me awake at night wandering around in the gardens… I wonder what is going on, why they make such noise, I think it’s probably a territory thing but I can’t find any info. What I did find was very interesting to read:

Wildlife facts: Urban Foxes

Foxes have made a success of living with people. This is not based upon their mythical cunning, but rather their ability to adapt to a range of changing conditions.

The Move to the Cities

Foxes moved into urban areas after World War I due to a change in people’s lifestyles. The new transport systems allowed people to work in one place and to live in another, leading to the building of suburban housing in one rural areas. Rural foxes quickly urbanised, taking advantage the food and shelter provided in these new relatively large gardens, from compost heaps, bird tables and garden buildings. Now accustomed to living so near to people, successive generations have spread inwards towards the city centre. Today there are more opportunities of food and shelter for foxes in towns and cities than in the surrounding countryside, with the destruction of hedgerows, woods and wild field margins.

Family Life

They live in family groups – a dog fox and vixen producing one litter of about 4 cubs a year. It is also common for one or two other vixens to help raise the family – usually either the daughters or sisters of the breeding vixen. They communicate through calls, which may be very loud in the breeding season, scent marking, facial expressions, and body postures that are very similar to dogs. Hunting throughout the family territory, these opportunist feeders, have a varied diet ranging from fruit to mice. On average, scavenged food forms some 36% of their diet, with a large amount of this deliberately put out to attract them. It is commonly, but wrongly believed that urban foxes feed largely on the contents of dustbins which they have raided – these are more often disturbed by cats and dogs.

Threats to Foxes

The number of urban foxes remains about the same despite approximately 60% of the population dying in a year. Nearly half of these deaths are due to car accidents. However, injured animals often survive, lying under a garden shed until the bones start to knit together. Once the fox is able to feed again it will soon regain its lost weight. Generally it is best not to move an injured or sick animal, rather to put out food for it each night. A fox taken in for treatment has only a slim chance of survival. It will probably be driven out from its territory by a new tenant. This “do not disturb” policy is true for supposedly abandoned fox cubs. A vixen normally leaves her cubs for long periods of time, especially as they get older. The rearing of truly orphaned cubs may be taken over by other members of the fox family group.

Friend or Foe?

Most people derive pleasure from having foxes in their neighbourhood and they are certainly a benefit, feeding on rats, mice and feral pigeons. Most encounters with other large animals, such as cats, result in the two animals ignoring each other, or the cat coming off best. They are only a threat to small family pets such as rabbits. Most fox diseases are not transferable to pets or people. Should rabies enter Britain, The Wildlife Trusts would support the vaccination of foxes, and not their killing, as an appropriate means of control.

Spotting your Fox

You are most likely to see foxes at dawn or dusk as they are often night hunters, spending their days in a sheltered, secluded spot either above or below ground. Male foxes, called dog foxes, are not much larger then cats weighing about 6.5kg (14lbs) and standing about 35cm (14″) at the shoulder. Female foxes, called vixens, are slightly smaller. Their colours may vary slightly form those shown, and during the spring and summer months they may look extremely scruffy as they moult.

These wild animals provide a welcome reminder in our urban world of the realities of nature. They hunt, breed, play and die in the “wilderness” of our “backyard”. Adaptable opportunists, they have learnt to cope with the world that we have changed.

© Wild London

Birthday Molly

I had to get up early but couldn’t because I was still tired from staying up half the night while I should’ve been in bed asleep. But I had more important things to do than sleep so the night owl in me decided to stay awake till 05.00 in the morning… I prepared the canapĂ© for MvdM. his party, took me longer than I expected but I was ready on time. I was supposed to meet up with them at their place but decided to meet up at the Tube station, it saved me some time actually. MvdM. called me while I was on the Tube and I told him I would be on the next one coming in, in the front carriage.

It took us about 45 minutes to get to the other end of town and find our way to Holland Park where we were supposed to meet up with MvdM. his other friends. I’d brought a blanket along so we looked for a spot to sit down and have a proper champagne picnic. At first it was just the three of us but after some time more and more people came and brought a variety of food, all very nice! We spent all day and evening eating, drinking and chatting [even in Dutch, there were three other Dutch people which was nice] until it was getting dark. We had to clean up our stuff, pack things and go to the other side of the park to watch the balloons…

We had a great time and it was quite a spectacle to watch, but I have to admit after a while it became slightly boring. Perhaps I wasn’t drunk enough *hehe*. We decided to crash at some pub nearby. It wasn’t that cold, I was wearing my new woolen dress and it kept me warm all evening. But I started to develop a serious headache so I quit drinking and ordered a latte instead. I also set fire to this fancy stainless steel pillar ashtray, guess I was slighlty pissed after all. I went in to ask for a glass of water, the girl didn’t understand me I guess because she wasn’t English, so I asked again and said: ‘listen, I’ve set fire to your fancy ashtray, could I have a glass of water to put it out please?’ God, she was thick, but I got my glass of water in the end, I guess she didn’t believe me and thought I wanted a free glass of water, until she noticed the heavy smoke…

At 22.45 we took the Tube back home and I was wondering if I would come along with MvdM. and W. and order a cab at theirs or would stay on the Tube and take a cab from opposite the Tube station… I decided to stay on the Tube. It was getting late and I was worried about how to get home. Stubborn me decided to walk home from the station, which wasn’t a clever thing to do in hindsight. I’m not easily scared and I know I can deal with certain situations but this was a bit silly to be honest. I got home safely but it will be the last time I ever walk home at that time of night [23.45], it’s asking for problems. I was lucky because I managed to get away from three potential situations because I had my finely tuned antennae to help me detect anything dodgy. I promised myself not to do this ever again, it’s not worth it. I either have to go home on time or take a cab nomatter what the expenses will be…

I need to understand that this is not Amsterdam and I don’t know my way around here as I do in Amsterdam: I know all the dodgy areas and I also know what to do if something would get tricky as opposed to London. I’m happy this area isn’t as rough as certain other parts of London but it made the frontpage not too long ago and I really need to realise that I have to adjust to the situation instead of trying to be the tough girl…