I saw a fox in the city. About a foot away from me. So pretty. I saw him outside the Old Black Horse Pub in Oxford while smoking a cig across the side street, looking out on to the main road and obviously scared. He crossed towards my direction and tried going through the outdoor area of the OBH. When he finally saw me, he quickly turned and ran off down the alley.
I’ve never seen a fox that close before. It brought on a very pleasant feeling. I wish he wasn’t so scared. I would have loved to pet him.
When I asked the locals at the pub if this was common, they told me that because of urbanisation, they are forced to come into the city, so they see them all the time.
It must be like that for so many animals. Poor things. Stripped from their homes and forced to adapt to our surroundings instead of the other way around.