Soft toys and furry things keep appearing in the garden. I wouldnโt rule out the fox at this point
After weeks without rain, the garden has turned a uniform beige. Whole shrubs have perished in the unrelenting heat, their crisp brown leaves disintegrating in the breeze. In the middle of the scorched lawn lies the prone body of aย large dead bird.
On closer inspection, it appears to be a stuffed toy fashioned into the form of a limp duck carcass. When Iย open the back door for a closer look, the dog steps out between my legs, picks up the bird and carries it inside. It was clearly made with dogs in mind.
