Have been feeding foxes bits of chicken this evening. There are three of them that keep coming back to check if there's another titbit; one appears, gets the piece, runs off and then there a Keystone Cops scene with two other foxes in hot pursuit
At the same time I'm sorting out the transportation of a rescue Spaniel from one foster carer to another *and* trying to guide someone on the phone with an injured bird to their local RSPCA (they have GPS in their car but appear incapable of using it)
Tonight, Matthew, I'm going to be a one-man animal-welfare... er... welfarer!