Yo’ littul bogger!!

Trail cams give me a spy in the garden I wouldn’t usually get.

Here’s the briefest two second snatch of a fox who’s been on the town-oh, scampering with a plump pheasant that’ll grease his chin when he gets back to his earth.

Is it me, or does he look back a shade shifty, rather rascally? Is there a hint of Mr Cunningleigh-Sleigh who appears when I’m losing at Woodland Snap against my sharp-witted grandson..?

In Nottingham vernacular we’d exclaim ‘Yo’ littul bogger!’ on seeing this behaviour.