The Fantastic Mr Fox

Stretched out on the sunny patio yesterday, like an old dog enjoying the summer sunshine, was this young fox:

I reckon that mum had decided he was old enough to kick out of the den and he was sizing up some new territory in suburban Sheffield to call his own.

Well, I'm assuming it was a 'Mr' - he let me get to about 12 foot away before he decided that I wasn't that friendly enough to stick around.