The Fantastic Mr Fox

It's really not like November at all at the moment, it feel warm and mild and beautiful sunsets to be seen.
We wandered down the lane at Middlebere, stopped to watch a couple of Goldcrests in the hedge, marvelled at the Starlings doing their dancing in the sky......a whole murmuration of them and enjoyed seeing the Fieldfares and Redwings back again.
The cottages all quiet now that the summer visitors have left,including all the swifts, swallows and martins who have long flown away.
The hedges are laden with berries and golden landscapes.
BUT the best part was meeting a man who goes down every day to feed the foxes, he feeds nine at the moment and knows them all by name. They know his car and run up to meet him. As we walked to where he was he told the fox to shoo off because he was worried about our dog chasing them, however Wrecks was on a lead and no danger to the foxes. We chatted to him for a while, said our goodbyes and we wandered off. A few minutes later he passed us in his car, he pulled over and said he had something to show us as we had seemed so interested. In his car he had an album of photos of his fox friends, he knew every one by name. What a nice man, a real countryman with a wonderful Dorset accent and a pleasure to spend time with.