We have a local 3-legged fox. Presumably he's been hit by a car at some point, and limps around the place. He has a run through our garden, where he pauses to look longingly at the chickens in their run. The chickens of course set up a squawk, and we see the fox when we look to see what's going on. Eventually he lollops through the hedge to the sports club behind us.
Although like most poultry keepers I'm not keen on foxes, I'm slightly sad to see him curled up by a potted plant on our patio, twitching. I don't know whether he's been poisoned, or hit again by a car, or merely ill, but it looks as though he's dying.
I'm not inclined to approach a fox that's in pain for fear of spending hours queuing in A&E for anti-tetanus jabs, so I'm afraid I'm leaving him to it.
If my prognosis is correct, we'll be taking his corpse to the council dump tomorrow morning.
ETA: An hour later, and he's gone. But I'll be keeping an eye out around the hedges and behind the shed.