When I lived in Parbrook, anold dog fox used to walk down the road with me, he on one side me on t'other, we would acknowledge eachother him yapping quietly & me following suite until one of us broke away & then there was 'a good bye nod'
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In the same area, two badgers got to know me & individually they would greet me if they met me in the woods. One would come up and have a sniff, lay down & stretch out to have his back groomed. I called him Ramsoms, as he stank of it. He freaked out Beithe one night, when he came & rolled over her shoes, she was wearing them at the time
At the moment I'm playing around with some threads for a "Ramsoms" yarn.
