A Fox in Our Garden – Ann Wood
A few days ago, I saw a small fox basking in our backyard. It looked at me pitifully; it was clearly hungry. It stared at me for a moment longer and then ran off. However, a few minutes later, it returned and lay down at the base of a bush. I noticed it was injured and quite frail. It lay there and began licking its fur. It stayed in the garden for about an hour before wandering off again. That evening, when my neighbours returned from work, I told him I had seen a fox in our garden. He mentioned that he had seen it crossing the street and rummaging through the trash cans several times. The next day, it came back, lay down in the same spot, and watched, as if waiting for someone to arrive. After lunch the following day, a municipal worker came by, and I informed him about the fox that kept coming to lie in our backyard. He said he would report the situation to his supervisors. Yet, no one has come, and the fox still visits us from time to time. I feel sorry for it, but I dare not feed it; I don't want it to start coming every day or potentially attack someone. After all, it is a wild animal, and there are children living downstairs and a small child next door. I hope it gets taken to an animal shelter or a zoo, where it would be properly cared for. It is the first time I have seen wild animals roaming in an urban setting. I remember back in 2009 or 2010, in Uxbridge, a fox attacked a small child in their bed while they were sleeping. No matter how lovely they may be, they are still wild animals—and dangerous ones at that.Short story by Ann Wood
Written on 2026-10-08 at 00:07
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