We haven’t seen anything of Scruffy the Pheasant for about a week. He was so tame – did he walk into someone’s cooking pot? Now we have another scruffy character in the garden. This time it’s a fox. I saw him this morning, as he trotted across the drive. His tail is more like a rat’s tail – there’s no bushiness to it – and his pelt is mottled and scrawny. I think he has a bad case of mange and that would also explain why I later saw him in the middle of the lawn in broad daylight having a good scratch.
He hung around in the garden for about half an hour, running about and exploring the snow drifts. At one time, he and a local cat were face to face and eyeing each other, while a crow looked on from the apple tree! He looks alert and full of energy – it’s just his coat that’s a mess.
Maybe he’s eaten the pheasant?
