We decided to call him Gammy.
He was a feisty old fox, with worn teeth and a stiff ankle where a once-broken bone had healed. It was the second-last day of my field trip and I’d been debating whether to pull the traps in as I drove up the road. We had already checked them at dawn and caught nothing, but here was Gammy at 11 o’clock in the morning – my fourth fox of the week.
Gammy after being fitted with a radio-collar (Photo: Lauren Engledow)
Working on the wild side 