I must be doing something wrong as i have a few round here and 1 in particular that seems to like calling for me!
Last night, just gone 11 and i'm in bed, knackered. Mrs says "do you hear that?" "Hear what, says me", almost asleep.
"Your fox is calling for you", she replies.
Guess what, it is only back in the rear garden waiting there!
I feel like i've had a friendly relationship with this thing, given all the times i've been out squeaking at it, then it back at me.
So tonight is the night, 243 at the ready, wind seems right at the moment and i can upset the cat by stealing her food and