I’ve been meaning to tell people about his for a while now. And I didn’t mention it on Sunday because it never seemed appropriate. But this thing has been a bit of an obsession over the last few weeks. And I am so grateful it happened.
Three weeks ago today, I saw a fox in the garden, in broad daylight. It soon became obvious that the animal was really ill. I tried putting some food out for her, but she died the next day. She was the most beautiful, large fox and I felt so much compassion for her suffering. After she died, I asked for her permission for me to keep her skin, and she said yes.
So I spent the first weekend of December skinning a fox – with support from a friend – and then cleaning and drying the skin. We gave the remains an honourable burial in her territory, as she requested. I have dealt with fox fat, and dead fox smell and maggoty fox paws. And I have made this amazing relationship with Mrs Fox.
If you want to read the details of the first three days, please make your way to my blog.
So, what do you get up to of a weekend?
