Two foxes ate together with no aggression on either side this evening. These were young ones we have watched grow up, the first was a male, he has been well fed and is a fine specimen. He is big and looks strong with a thick glossy coat, and a long, bushy, white tipped tail.
The second one was smaller and timid and ran away if a car came down the lane, while the first one continued eating, to be rejoined after a few minutes by the not so brave second one.
Although we put the food out at dusk the foxes often don't come until between seven and eight o'clock, with the exception of the tiniest cub of the litter, who can be certain of something to eat if she manages to be first. She is much smaller, lighter in colour and always defers to her brother. A habit ingrained when they were both much younger, when if she dared to feed at the same time as her strong brother, he would turn on her resoundingly, and nip her repeatedly causing her to cry out in pain and swiftly retreat.
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