Hi and welcome.
You won't have seen this.
I built this Japanese tea-house at the bottom of our garden thirty years ago.
This is a contemporary photo.
We've always had foxes visiting our garden as we're on the edge of the Mersey Valley where there's a huge expanse of open land either side of the river for miles.
At the beginning of April in 2017, we looked out of the kitchen window and saw this.
A mother fox had made a den under the building. There's about 9" of clearance under it as it is built on small brick piers with "skirts" on three sides attached to the floor which don't quite reach the path but was open at the back to get some air circulation, to prevent damp.
She had given birth to six cubs. We'd no idea she was there or the cubs and I'm in and out of the building frequently as I keep and play my two vinyl jukeboxes I keep in there when I'm gardening, sometimes for a couple of hours at a time.
She successfully reared all of them and they made their way out of our enclosed garden via a big Japanese lantern I built situated near a panel of the surrounding 6ft high fence. She took them out in pairs over three days.
All the time they were there we never heard a peep out of any of them,. The cubs used to tear around the garden playing during the day when they got older, they flattened a few bluebells but otherwise caused no damage. Just a lot of muddy footprints on the floor of the veranda above them. I did put a net over our five foot deep koi pool as if they fell in it would have been hard for them to get out.
We never went in the garden when they were out. But I did leave some cat food out for them each night to suppliment their diet. There mother used to pinch kid's toys from other gardens and bring them back to give them something to play "chase" with.
We once saw them chasing around with what we thought was a blackbird in one of their mouths. This distressed my wife.
"Well it's nature" I said.
It wasn't a blackbird, I found this on the lawn with teeth marks in it the following morning. No idea where that came from.
I also gave them a sturdy box for them to practice their "pouncing."
All our photos I took on zoom either the kitchen window or the French windows in the lounge.
This was mum drinking from our little frog pond. We called her Fiona.
The cubs used to come up to the window to pinch the mealworms we left out for the birds. They knew we were no threat.
They always looked immaculate, as you'd see her occasionally cleaning them.
Here's the cubs playing at night, the security light on the back of the shed never bothered them.