There are night foxes here too. I heard them last night, at 3am, in the car park my house. It is no surprise as there as they are everywhere during the daytime hours and it is only at night that the bravest ones can take their true foxy form and do all the foxy things they have had to suppress in order to move among us unsuspected. By the way, did you know the word vixen is simply the feminine of the word vix, the old English for fox? Tod or todd too. Fox words are very interesting but I don't have time to write about that here. You can easily look it up for yourself. The changes in fox mythology as you move eastwards through Europe to Central Asia and then China and Japan are fascinating and something I would really like to know more about but there is not much information available from a superficial search. Perhaps I'll spend some time on it one day. Starting from the East, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kitsune the wikipedia page on Kitsune, Japanese foxes is quite good. There is also http://www.coyotes.org/kitsune/ a fox mythology website that has an English language version of Kitsune: Japan's Fox of Mystery, Romance and Humor by Kiyosho Nozaki which can also be obtains from the excellent Scribd website http://www.scribd.com/doc/3870634/Kitsune-Japans-Fox-of-Mystery-Romance-and-Humor-by-Kiyoshi-Nozaki. I have just downloaded it to read when I am woken up in the middle of the night and can't get back to sleep.
The search for work continues without much success, shadowed by the constant fear of foxes, and now I feel I need to take a stand and start to try some ideas of my own, but first I have to finish getting the office straightened out. On Friday Liz arrived with more shelves and books and yesterday was spent filling up the shelves and sorting a computer crisis and finishing off a couple of short stories for the Birmingham Book Festival competition. On the theme of clocks, since you ask.
Finally here is a picture of a fox in human form I took in the woods near Ludlow. Let it be some kind of warning.
The search for work continues without much success, shadowed by the constant fear of foxes, and now I feel I need to take a stand and start to try some ideas of my own, but first I have to finish getting the office straightened out. On Friday Liz arrived with more shelves and books and yesterday was spent filling up the shelves and sorting a computer crisis and finishing off a couple of short stories for the Birmingham Book Festival competition. On the theme of clocks, since you ask.
Finally here is a picture of a fox in human form I took in the woods near Ludlow. Let it be some kind of warning.