Wild London

It's rare to see wildlife in London, unless you count rabid squirrels or mangled pigeons with pinkeye and crooked broken feet or the pesky mice that are still at plague proportions but nowadays the population tends to ignore them. But we are living in the centre of a throbbing metropolis that's filled to bursting point, 7.5 million and counting - its not like the Serengeti, when it's just you and a thin layer of canvas protecting you from a pack of hyenas howling at the foot of your tent - and you're so scared they'll take a nip at your feet you curl up into a ball and stay frozen in that position till morning, spending the night listening as they take over your campsite along with some wild cats and later on a pack of lions - true story this happened to us in Africa. But recently late at night I've been hearing this strange wild howling coming from the park that faces my window. Initial thoughts that it were the local crazies from the halfway house across the road being filmed for a Bumfight were soon disappated when I looked out the window and under the full moon saw two grey furry foxes complete with bushy tail and all locking fists. I didnt hear them again for months until now, when they make an appearance just about every night. We think they may be living in a completely overgrown and wild garden owned by some people downstairs. Can you imagine, foxes living in your garden that's no bigger than an average patio? Sounds scary, but still not as bad as having hyenas at your front door.