I'm fascinated by this conversation. I've always thought it rather cool that
we're being quietly invaded.
I remember being at University (in Birmingham) where I used to live really close
to a Sainsbury's. I was in the middle of my finals, so I walked down to the
supermarket early one morning in a bid towards escapism in any form. There I was
confronted by a Vixen and her little ones trying to cross the road to get to the
bins behind the supermarket. So I did my best lollypop lady impression and
stopped the traffic to let them cross. I swear that when they got across to the
other side, she turned and nodded her thanks to me. I honestly think I did
quite well in my exam that day, just cause of that little entourage going about
their business...kind of put things in perspective!
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Subject: rus in urbe
Author: Lawrence Upton <[log in to unmask]> at Internet
Date: 04/08/97 14:36
<<Just back in hot old London from a week playing music in Yorkshire. Home,
tired, went to sleep. Woke up, ate. Went to sleep. Woke up, 71 e-mail
messages. Went to bed, went to sleep. 2.00 am woken by strange yelps. Went
to the front window. A fox emerged from the gate, stood on the pavement
gazing up at me. We contemplated each other for some moments. Then it
turned, trotted across the street, jumped the fence and disappeared into
the dark of Peckham Rye Common.>>
The other night at a house in Morden - southern end of the northern line -
a fox came and looked in at the French window
fox sitting in the car park at my friend Jethro's estate - Tooting
one doing athletic wobbling walk along top of a wall about 10pm at night in
the local station - saw me, carefully walked backwards, eyes on me all the
time
at Carshalton College there was one lived on top of the boiler house, quite
drab and ill looking unlike the shiny ones described above... probably
trying to look like the lecturers
and here at upton towers and environs I think there are more foxes than
people, they thrive and rip open the rubbish bags etc - i dont mind em
though neighbours complain they keep us awake - i have a now abandone lair
in the garden - that is the foxes do... they run along the railway line and
seem to treat the whole street as one territory but there are also quite
complex paths *across* the hill which are deflected by walls and concrete
paths but otherwise ignore them
L
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