When I lived on the mainland I knew all about the urban fox.
He used to visit my garden most nights and crap on my lawn, my back steps
and all around my pond.
When I went pick a cabbage from the vegetable patch I would discover that
the fox had peed on it and it stank to high heaven and had to be thrown
away.
I used to be woken up during the night by packs of foxes running down my
road, fighting and howling.
If I put a rubbish sack out for the dustmen it, and that of my neighbours,
would be ripped to pieces and the contents strewn about.
The worst of all was at the chicken farm where I often spent weekends. 22
hens in the broody pen, all with their heads bitten off.
Yes, I support the urban fox, preferably by the neck.
Long live fox hunting.