Born To Survive. The fox hunting debate goes on...

A Reflection by Grahame Howard, author of 'The Wishing Book' Series. October 2010 Her footsteps resounded on the concrete path as she made her way to the back door. Overhead, the moon hung in the sky like some large floodlight, illuminating the countryside around. With breath almost frozen to her lips she reached out for the door handle as she fumbled with her key. “Was that a sound?” she thought as she glanced to her right and looked into the partly shaded face of a sitting fox. This was the sight that greeted my youngest daughter as she returned home one night from a disco. To say she entered the back door rather quickly would not be far from the truth. In fact, to say she catapulted herself in the door would be a more appropriate statement! Ever since we had moved into our house I had longed for this to happen to me. I had seen badgers and the odd hedgehog. We had even had a herd of heifers in the yard, but still the fox eluded my gaze. There is something about the fo