Walking up from the Millenium Bridge to St Paul’s at about 6.30pm this evening I saw a fox. There were suits walking around on mobiles and there it was, oblivious to all around it just mooching. It just seemed so ordinary and yet foxes don’t normally come out in the day.
I’m always amazed at how small foxes are. I’ve seen a few city foxes during my nocturnal walks around Birmingham and always mistake them for big cats or small dogs. Foxes, in my mind, are huge, muscular sleek things, more like wolves. In reality they’re more like oversized rodents (in the best possible sense).