Little foxes

Ah yes.

I should have remembered,

that the sight of one fox cub

is unlikely to be where the matter ends.

The lone cub (called Scout) is the boldest sibling

of what always turns out to be

a big boisterous family.

Today,

as in previous years,

the vixen brought the rest of her brood out 

from their den under the greenhouse,

to snack and sun themselves 

on the decking.

Vigilant though their mother is,

 they are surprisingly short-sighted

so the cubs scamper at my feet

if I remain very still

upwind of them.

There will be

 jumping, pouncing,

 running, rolling,

 digging and dozing.

Although this does not bode well

for the vegetable plot,

it is hard not to be charmed by them 
while they are this small and cute.