Sly old Mr Fox is cruising around Kingston like he owns the place. The other day he rocked-up to my front door, KFC bucket under one leg, accusing me of trying to prevent him from getting into my garden. Damn right I'm trying to keep me out of there. He's fiddling with my spuds!
After my mushroom crop failed (not special ones) I had hoped for a bumper spud-fest this coming summer. I should be looking at over a hundred spuds popping-up in my back garden but Mr Fox has other ideas. He's in there, digging away, causing a right kafufle.
I never thought I would be typing "fox deterrents" into Google in a bid to rid the shit. I like the urban fox. He's got a certain swagger. He knows how the town works. I once saw a fox standing patiently at the pedestrian crossing waiting for the green man to allow him to cross. I hadn't seen him do it but I bet he pushed the button.
He likes a bit of KFC, who doesn't? It's wrong for your body in so many ways but it's finger-licking-good. Mr Fox knows it's full of carbs to help him get through a night of street cruising. He's not so fussed on the wraps.
That's why he's after my spuds, the carbs!
If you know of some humane fox deterrents, I would love to hear from you. There's a box of potatoes for the most successful/entertaining suggestion.
HDM
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