I don't think I've ever seen whitecoats, either. Bravo!
My foxes have been a large part of my mammal watching this year and last night was unusually interesting.
Worryingly Big Whitey pitched up with his left front paw held up off the ground - remember his rear left has a long-term disability already.... he devoured three drumsticks and made off hopping on the other front leg. A photo showed blood on the upper surface of the paw so most likely it's a bite from a fight or argument. He's a tough blighter so hopefully he'll mend fast, but he is four years old and ain't young no more.
Later on Maz, who was outside having a fag, notified me that Rip had arrived and a full-grown cub had trotted past and was sitting at the corner of the nearby green. Rip sat down at the far end of the garden path. That's quite unusual for her, normally she comes closer. So I threw her the last drumstick - I'm quite good at landing them close to the intended recipient and this one stopped almost between her paws. She sniffed it and then, to both my surprise and Marion's, left it, walked halfway up the path towards us and sat down facing us in the manner that normally means "feed me please".
What? You've a perfectly good drumstick there, and in fact I haven't got another one for you! I told her this calmly and she looked at us for a few seconds, then looked deliberately round at the cub and then back at us.
After a pause the cub stood up and walked, then trotted to the end of our path, sniffed the drumstick, mouthed it then picked it up firmly and went away with it.
Rip watched it go then stood up and circled on the spot, finishing by sitting down facing us again. We realised we'd just seen a fox lesson: she'd been teaching the cub to be fed by us but like a good mother had interposed herself between us and its approach. Clever girl!
I fetched her a raw egg, showing it to her from the doorway before advancing slowly to put it on the lawn as I generally do when forced to fall back on this for lack of chicken (in this house its egg after chicken). She maintained a distance of about five yards and once I'd returned to the doorway, came forward, picked the egg up without breaking it and made off through the archway.
John