"This is a picture of Freddie's friend, Timid. As befitting her name, she was always fearful of coming out of the undergrowth until I was out of sight. She would then dash out, grab a bit of food and go straight back to her hiding place.
"Sadly, I no longer see either of the foxes but the food I put out still disappears - they probably come in the early hours of the morning. I can only hope that they survive to their normal lifespan without becoming the victims of man's brutality."