At six thirty this morning, I heard my resident magpies making much more noise than usual. This is usually a sign that some other poor animal is being hounded out of their territory.
What I saw next was quite astonishing as the recipient of their angst was none other than one of my resident foxes who had the temerity to enjoy a spot of early morning sun bathing.
The aggressive creatures were pecking away at its tail and other parts of its body and in the end foxy decided after a quick scratch, on an ignominious retreat back into the bushes.
Bully boy magpies rule the roost here in Clydebank.
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