The Fox In The Grass

 

 Ghillie Suit Gardening – The Fox In The GrassI opened the back door this morning, completely innocently, just to fetch the watering can for some seaweed tonic.The moment the door clicked, a little ginger head popped up in the long grass like a meerkat who’d been waiting for the dinner bell. Ears up, eyes bright, full “Ah good, breakfast time again” expression plastered across its face.It wasn’t Barry Junior. It looked like one of Felicity’s cubs — possibly Freya or Farron — doing its best impression of “I’m hidden, you can’t see me” while failing spectacularly.They’re not even pretending to be wild anymore. They’re just lying in ambush in the long grass, waiting for the sound of the back door like it’s the starting pistol for room service.I’m watching them.
They’re watching me right back.This garden has become a very polite staring contest with occasional food-based extortion.The Wildlife Cafe is currently closed after the morning breakfast rush. No extra snacks were provided, despite the very hopeful little face staring at me through the grass. I’m trying to set some boundaries, even if they’re clearly laughing at them.Felicity has trained her children well. The next generation is already fully operational and knows exactly where the soft touch lives.I give it two weeks before they start knocking on the back door with tiny clipboards and order forms.