Back when I was living in Peckham we had a den of foxes in our back garden. One Sunday morning I was woken by the frantic yelping of an adult who was standing in the back garden looking very distressed. I went out to take a look to discover that one of her babies had fallen into the sewage manhole where the cover had been left off during repairs. The mother disappeared as soon a I walked out but the cub was left there shivering and mewling. I went back into the house and got a pair of heavy gloves (mother would reject the cub if it ended up smelling of human) and a bucket of warm water. Naturally the cub freaked as soon as I started to climb in and scuttled into the pipes. I gently pulled it out by the tail, checked it for injuries (none mercifully) and dumped it into the warm water. It perked up pretty well then so I dried it down and set it close to the entrance to the den.
Holding that little fox cub is one of the most magical moment I've ever experience.
Back when I was living in Peckham we had a den of foxes in our back garden. One Sunday morning I was woken by the frantic yelping of an adult who was standing in the back garden looking very distressed. I went out to take a look to discover that one of her babies had fallen into the sewage manhole where the cover had been left off during repairs. The mother disappeared as soon a I walked out but the cub was left there shivering and mewling. I went back into the house and got a pair of heavy gloves (mother would reject the cub if it ended up smelling of human) and a bucket of warm water. Naturally the cub freaked as soon as I started to climb in and scuttled into the pipes. I gently pulled it out by the tail, checked it for injuries (none mercifully) and dumped it into the warm water. It perked up pretty well then so I dried it down and set it close to the entrance to the den.
Holding that little fox cub is one of the most magical moment I've ever experience.