I was woken up about half an hour ago by lots of loud screaming. After the
previous incident involving foxes, I've since wizened to their sounds instead of jumping to conclusions, although the screaming was unusual and prolonged, so I guessed one had got stuck or trapped somehow.
I went out to investigate with my head torch and thick leather gloves, and sure enough, one had managed to snag its leg in a roll of discarded fencing in some undergrowth behind my neighbours' back garden. Probably junk left behind after the housing development construction a decade ago or something - I'll have to remove it tomorrow during the day.
The poor fox was thrashing about and making lots of noise. At arms length I pulled the fence apart around its leg, somehow avoiding getting bitten despite it snapping at me, and allowing it to free itself. It quickly ran off into the undergrowth and didn't appear to be limping, so hopefully it wasn't injured.
While I was back there I also found 5 footballs that had been kicked over the neighbours garden fence by their kids and never retrieved for some reason, so I tossed them back while I was at it.
Good deeds done for today, I think. Even though I caught my hair on some shrubbery and my dreadlocks are now full of twigs. Bah.
