The philosopher and the fox

12.30pm. Faith is back. I climb into my neighbour’s garden. I find her sleeping. I don’t want to intrude.

13.10pm. She’s gone.

14.30pm. Zip.

11pm. Who am I kidding? Photographing a wild fox without a zoom lens? I boil an egg and add bits of quorn and avocado and mozzarella. I put it in a higher bowl, so hopefully the hedgehog won’t eat it. I do want to leave out some seperate food for the hedgehog, but I’m worried it’ll make her a sitting duck.