Before Pick Up…
If there’s no food available when ‘our’ vixen visits the garden in the late afternoon, she trots along to the kitchen window and looks up to see if I’m there. I’ve probably already dashed into the kitchen and will call through the window the food I’m just about to put out for her. She’ll sit and wait - unless dive-bombed by the magpies- she backs off a little when I go outside and if I’ve got eggs I’ll roll them to her. She’ll come slowly forward to pick them up.
Before Pick Up…
If there’s no food available when ‘our’ vixen visits the garden in the late afternoon, she trots along to the kitchen window and looks up to see if I’m there. I’ve probably already dashed into the kitchen and will call through the window the food I’m just about to put out for her. She’ll sit and wait - unless dive-bombed by the magpies- she backs off a little when I go outside and if I’ve got eggs I’ll roll them to her. She’ll come slowly forward to pick them up.