Wildlife

How educational is this living abroad. In America, we had deer, but they mostly stayed in the woods. In London, we have foxes. They live in our back garden. This morning, Caroline excitedly summoned me to the bathroom, where there's a window that looks out the back. There, on the roof of a neighbor's garden shed, were two foxes, their tails bushy, their fur gleaming a ruddy gold in the morning light. They circled and nipped at each other playfully. Wow.

Then, as we watched, fascinated, the larger of the two mounted the smaller one.

"What are they doing daddy?"
Uh, oh. Think quick. How to adequately explain foxes copulating on a roof to a six year old without giving too much away. "Um, they're playing, sweetie."
"What are they playing?"
"Uhhhhh...."
"Leapfrog?"
"Right, leapfrog. That's it. They're playing leapfrog."
"Oh."
At this point, Michael, never one to be left out, sidled in.
"Michael, look! The foxes are playing leapfrog!" exclaimed Caroline.
"Oh, wow!"

So we watched as the foxes played leapfrog. Repeatedly. Poor Mrs. Fox must've been exhausted from all the, er, leapfrogging. Next, we'll have to explain where all the baby foxes came from which will soon be living in the back garden.

Travel is so broading, don't you think?