Fox cubs

When I arrived at the allotment and rounded the shed I met the fox, but only momentarily as she slid away. However, when I looked up the plot I saw two little faces watching me. They're about half adult size, still rather puppy-ish, and with little fear. They're actually lounging on a grassy path that I strimmed the other day, beyond the chaos of the strawberry bed.

Later on, when I'd done some digging and fed the birds, one of them returned. S/he came closer, to investigate the tub of bird food I'd left on the path (see extra). We had a bit of a chat and I believe I called her/him a bold young pup. Only as s/he departed did I notice that one of my gardening gloves was being carried off as a trophy. :-)