21st-century fox: how nature’s favourite outsider seduced the suburbs
Not so long ago, they were the pests that made a mess on the lawn. But now they have pussyfooted into our residences their epitomes on pots, cushions and tea towels into Tv adverts, style and literature
British municipalities are full of foxes. Within a mile of my home in east London, there is one with an organic gastro menu, one thrust with feathers that, when plumped, becomes my desk chair more comfortable, and another, in pen and ink, on the masthead of the Hackney Citizen. There is one on a pot, another on a toast rack, one on a poster advertising the Wildlife Photographer of the Year showcase. And then, of course, there are the two one a bit mangy, the other fine and bushy that trip my back garden-variety. I remark trip, but I doubt they see it like that.
Foxes are having a moment in favourite culture. Admittedly, I have a highly sensitive fox radar, because four years ago I started to write a novel, called How to be Human, about the status of women who assures a fox on her lawn the working day, and thinks he winkings at her. She becomes obsessed with him she never disbelieved he is a he and experiences a, causes remark, emotional rewilding. I would just like to written two assemblies when Sarah Hall won the BBC short story apportion with Mrs Fox, and the Norwegian duo Ylvis secreted their song The Fox( What Does the Fox Say )? I remember find shocked that the fox was finished.