Bloody urban foxes, coming in here, eating our babies…
Back at the start of June, the media was awash with the story of Isabella and Lola Koupparis, nine month old twins who were allegedly seriously injured in a fox attack. The fox gained entry in to their house via an open door on a hot summer’s night.
There followed a series of exaggerated articles describing out of control animals wandering around our neighbourhoods looking for small children to maul. People complained about the noises they make, how nasty they were, and that they shouldn’t even be there.
Daily Wail article here:
Foxes are by nature shy, and wary of humans, with very good reason. It’s all about survival for them. I’ve never managed to get within 10 feet of a fox, unless it’s lying dead on a road – and there are plenty of them knocked down by cars every single day. I find the sight of a dead fox saddening when I realise there’s probably cubs waiting for a meal somewhere, and eventually starving to death. They’re beautiful, and I feel honoured if I do see one of these wild animals. The chances to see anything wild are fading fast, as we continue to cover their habitat with concrete car parks and housing estates. I find it amazing that they adapt and develop to enable them to survive in an urban setting. (more…)
