40x40cm watercolour and ink on a deep edge canvas.
As an ex-chicken keeper, my relationship with foxes is complicated. They are beautiful wild creatures, who have adapted to live alongside wasteful humans and thrive. Yes, they will kill every chicken in a frenzy, but they are doing it to survive. I often watch them play in the field opposite the house, and used to hope that is where they stayed.
I once had to rescue one who had got tangled in chicken wire in our garden while trying to eat our pet rabbit. 3am, I’m in my nightdress wearing leather gauntlets, wrestling with a juvenile fox. Must have been a sight for the neighbours! We both survived.