The age matters less than the power-dynamics of her being his nanny.

Pica is eating things that are not food, but as pointed out in the article I linked, eating dog poo is providing a significant source of nutrition for foxes. In those circumstances, it by definition is not pica.

Pet dogs also eat poo on occasion, also without any underlying problem, so I really don’t think there’s any reason to think that far less domesticated species where it is well established would just stop. I’m sure you can reduce it, especially if it has a nicer food source, but still, an animal with far less history of domestication seems like a recipe for amplification of all the potential issues you don’t want to deal with.

Rabies isn’t much of a problem in the UK thankfully. But in general, yeah, Rabies is horrifying and it’s good advice.

EDIT: For anyone anywhere where it’s a risk: Be careful and make damn sure to seek advice if bitten, even if not obviously penetrating the skin and even if the animal is not obviously rabid (Reminder: Rabies is near 100% fatal with treatment if you don’t get vaccinated soon enough after exposure). Do not fuck with Rabies.

Yeah, foxes are best enjoyed from a distance, in my opinion. I’m perfectly happy with having them visit, but they can stay outside.

To the “they smell bad” bit, I’ll add two things:

1. I have pictures (maybe I’ll post some, despite the ick factor) where this fox laid down to sleep right next to a pillow it had shit all over. And we’re not talking pebbles, we’re talking the runs and it was a nightmare to clean. It was tempting to burn the thing… I also have to clean massive piles of fox poop off the decking on a regular basis.

2. There is this: Dog poo forms a significant part of foxes’ diet

Of course, one captive-bred will likely be better, but I absolutely agree with you they won’t make great pets.

They are cute, but frankly, that is just about sufficient to let me tolerate them sleeping in the gazebo and thoroughly washing stuff afterward, but not nearly sufficient to make me consider one as a pet.

Funny thing is it’s not a proper lake, and not very old. It’s an artificial basin that was originally prepared to allow for control of the height of a canal dug all the way from the Thames a few miles away, for transport. But they finished it not long before the railway came, and it went bankrupt, and the canal path itself was sold off to a railway company and is now the path of one of the main London rail lines. As a result there are roads near me, nowhere near water, named things like Towpath Way and Canal Walk.

We actually had to step over still wet seaweed at the bottom of the path (the darker bit at the end of the path) to even get onto the beach at this spot, so the normal tidal variations even during a relatively calm summer weekend still got all the way to foot of the walls. I would not particularly like to see the insurance costs or list of things that are not covered for the closest properties. Most of the properties along that stretch are set above fairly sizable seawalls.

Ryde is facing the Solent, the strait between Isle of Wight and “mainland” England, so I guess it’s more sheltered than some other parts of the island, but they must still get plenty of nasty weather during the winter.

The word “nice” in every setting is almost the full extent of Nice’s tourism branding.

Frankly, I’ve seen it more often from Emacs users themselves, including while I used it myself for ~20+ years.

My own. My Emacs config grew over years to several thousand lines, and it got to a point where I decided I could write an editor in fewer lines that it took to configure Emacs how I liked it. It’s … not for everyone. I’m happy with it, because it does exactly only the things I want it to, and nothing else, but it does also mean getting used to quirks you can’t be bothered to fix, and not getting to blame someone else when you run into a bug.

That said, writing your own editor is easier than people think, as long as you leverage libraries for whichever things you don’t have a pressing need to customize (e.g. mine is written in Ruby, and I use Rouge for syntax highlighting, and I believe Rouge is more lines of code than the editor itself thanks to all the lexers)

As the old (bad) joke goes: Emacs is a great operating system. Shame it lacks a good editor.

The foxes are still more shy here for the most part. They’ll run if I open the door or if they see me move too much inside, while the cats will sometimes come to me and some of them (that one in particular) will come inside. But the gazebo is too tempting for both cats and foxes when I’m not out there.

That’s true. It’s been an issue near me as well. Thankfully in the most built up parts of London the foxes seems to mostly have enough food to not be particularly interested in cats. But I always keep an eye out when I see the cats here get close to foxes in case it turns nasty (not happened so far).

Thanks. It was a ~100 pound shitty low-end Android phone, so I don’t blame you for disliking the camera quality.

My first “paid” programming project (I was paid in a used 20MB harddrive, which was equivalent to quite a bit of money for me at the time):

Automate a horse-race betting “system” that it was blatantly obvious to me even at the time, at 14 or so, was total bullshit and would just lose him money. I told the guy who hired me as much. He still wanted it, and I figured since I’d warned him it was utter bunk it was his problem.

Yeah, Reggie is way past taking any shit.

The foxes here are so well fed and chill most of the time that the cats have lost almost respect for them… They’re still a bit cautious (which is good, because there certainly are incidents of foxes killing cats) but overall it’s pretty peaceful.

Especially when it’s hot and nobody wants to run around.

Reggie is great. Very chill. Just wish it wasn’t so shy. I’ve only been allowed to briefly pet Reggie on a couple of occasions over several years.

I have a suspicion she’s the timeshare cat for half the neighbourhood. One of my neighbours previous cats used to have at least half a dozen houses he’d go to where he’d come in if the garden door was open and go upstairs and go to bed in our beds…