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Fox cubs at play in the early morning

You hear them before you see them. A soft yip, a scramble across paving stones, then silence as they freeze mid-chase. Fox cubs in spring are bolder at dawn, when the streets are still and the light is cool and grey.

They tumble over flower beds, snapping at each other’s ears. They investigate watering cans, garden chairs, anything left out overnight. One cub might stand on hind legs to bat at a low rose bloom, scattering petals across the lawn.

The vixen watches from the corner of the garden, alert but calm. She knows this hour belongs to them. By the time you open the back door with your tea, they have melted away into the hedge line.

If you catch them, stay still. No sudden moves, no phone flashes. Just watch. They will play for a few minutes more, then vanish as quietly as they arrived.

Gone by breakfast.

Have you seen fox cubs in your garden this spring? Share what time they visit.

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The hum of a still summer garden

On a hot, breathless afternoon, when even the breeze seems to have given up, your garden becomes a theatre of small dramas. Stand still for a moment. Listen. The air hums. Lavender spikes are thick with bees right now, their bodies dusted gold with pollen. They work methodically, flower to flower, oblivious to the heat. […]

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The first butterfly is here

You see it before you quite register what it is. A flicker of orange and brown low over the grass, then gone. The small tortoiseshell is often the first butterfly you’ll spot in Richmond upon Thames, emerging on warm February days or, more reliably, in March. It spent winter tucked in a shed or hollow […]

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The dragonflies are back at the ponds

You might have spotted them already. The dragonflies have returned to Richmond’s ponds and quieter stretches of the Thames. They hover, dart, and hang suspended above the water like tiny helicopters made of stained glass. The common darter is usually the first you’ll see: rusty red, quick to settle on a warm stone. Then come […]

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The moths at the window on a summer night

You leave the kitchen light on after washing up, and within minutes they arrive. Pale wings tap against the glass. Some hover, some settle, some circle in that erratic flight that looks like bad navigation but is perfect purpose. Richmond upon Thames hosts over three hundred moth species. Most never trouble your vision. They pollinate […]

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The garden hum you never think to name

You notice the roses first. The climbers at Marble Hill, the borders along Petersham Road, the pink flush in your neighbour’s front patch. Peak season means colour, yes, but also sound. Stand still for a moment and the hum arrives. Honeybees working the petals, hoverflies hovering, mining bees slipping into the earth beneath. Most of […]

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