This incredible encounter happened to me this week. The fox was curled up asleep at my back door. Foxes are normally nocturnal and will run away if they spot you anywhere near. But I just sat there for ages chilling with this fox and two of my cats Jimmy and Sammy. I sensed no hostility from either side, just a relaxed inquisitiveness.
I was reminded about my rural childhood and about fox hunting that happened around me. I grew up in the Worcestershire countryside in England, and I remember the hunt coming round my house. I hated it back then. The horns, the howling, the shouting. It felt like an invasion more than a social event. I was always rooting for the fox. The BBC actually made a prime time documentary about the hunt in my area, it was so strange to see my neighbours on television advocating this practice and their vitriol to those who were against it.
I don’t know why fox hunting is referred to as a sport – sports are supposed to have even teams with an even opportunity to win. Fox hunting has a small, frightened woodland animal on one team, and on the other team, several dozen humans, horses, land rovers and trained hounds. Alexei Sayle had it right when he compared it to a rugby team playing against a small bunny rabbit.
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