We live beside the Guinness brewery in Dublin, the Kegyard is literally our back garden. At the very start of the Covid pandemic while I was working from home looking out the window, a little Fox cub fell from an adjacent yard around 50 feet into the Kegyard yard below the poor little thing was badly injured (broken leg we think). His mother (in the adjacent yard) had four other young foxes could hear him crying, she paced up and down for days, but there was literally no way she could get to the cub. We tried contacting security in Guinness, even tried flagging down some of the drivers but there was nothing anyone could do as the little guy had gone hiding in among the thousands of kegs. I managed to get the cubs attention a few days later and threw him down some scraps. We are both vegetarian so he wasnt really interested so I decided the only way this little guy had a chance was to get him some food. I started with hotdogs from the local shop and he instantly perked up, so much so that within a couple of days he had made a really marked improvement. I then moved onto chicken, and within a week he was much much better. He was no longer dragging his leg across the yard and started to look better every single day. We named him Junior as we were binging the Sopranos at the time and it stuck. Over the next 3 years he was a daily visitor. He would climb up on top of the kegs to the highest point (sometimes 80 feet about the yard) so he could get into my eyeline to unsure prompt chicken delivery. We subsequently found out that ‘he’ was actually a ‘she’ but the name still stuck. We discovered so many things about urban foxes during that time, they love Linda McCartney vegetarian sausages, tofu, eggs, AirPods (long story) not big fans of spaghetti, pasta in general very fussy about bread has to be crusty or white no brown bread please and of course chicken, we cooked her a roast chicken for Christmas Day in 2022 and made her burgers for her ‘birthday’, Jesus Christ Covid was a mad time wasn't it?