Sitting outside in the dark. The fox cubs have been and gone. There is a cat on the roof. 
The fox cubs are back. They move on tip toes. The vixen is grumbling to herself. She looked at me through the gate and we nodded at each other in a most neighbourly fashion.
Last week I stayed in a youth hostel on the South Downs and, honestly, I've seen more wildlife and stars since I got back. The world can be quite remarkable, really. Even during all of this horror.
This year I would very much like to see a stag beetle and a hedgehog. I saw a kingfisher at the start of the year and a woodpecker on my garden. Just last week I saw a pill bug roll into a perfect ball for the first time in my life.
If you've never read it, the list of regional names for woodlice is one of the wonders of the British Isles bbcamerica.com/anglophenia/20…
The view from where I'm sitting
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