Well, Holmes and Watson have been round to look at the evidence from the mystery excavations in my garden:
All right, it was actually Karen (Artist’s Garden) and Shedman, but that is me in the feathered hat.
A paw print, now sadly blurry, was discovered.
Paw print, not – alas – claw print.
So much for the dragon theory.
But it also scuppers another – badger would be larger, rounder and claws would be more clearly visible – and leaves me with this:
Though possibly not a cur fox, but a young female – hence the absence of smell. There are certainly a lot more foxes around here than there used to be, leading to the removal and execution of a persistently annoying cockerel in the village, but I’d discounted them on the grounds that there was no other evidence. But the paw print clinches it, unless it is a passing dog. I could – according to Watson – try laying a trap of currants, which foxes apparently love. My own experience of foxes leads me to think that a discarded doner kebab might be more effective, but I could be corrupted by spending twenty years in London.
Next question – what to do?