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The tears children spill over a snowless early spring are drowned by the howls of joy of foxes in my communal garden and in the neighbourhood, probably in most British neighbourhoods.

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What me, foxy? ... Never! But January's their magic month ... Photo by Scott Walsh on Unsplash and many thanks to Scott and Unsplash
To a fox, this is the one time of the year, the only time of the calendar, when Mrs Fox won't have a headache, and doesn't reach for the bedlamp switch, and is, well, receptive, happily so.

January for the fox population is the month of bliss. Let it snow, let it rain, bring on the winter frosts, but January is the foxy Love Month.

Sadly for the lovelorn male fox, it certainly doesn't cover the month's 31 days. For him and for her, the annual love-in lasts no more than three days.

A guessing game

The days are not marked in some foxy diary. She makes it a guessing game, which in all probability sheknows little about until it happens.

Of course, she - and Mr Fox, too - could look at the excellent National Fox Welfare Society's website and understand the magic better. 'Since it’s the breeding season, the dog fox will shadow the every move of the vixen.'

When it's time to dismount, he may not be able to ... and there they stand, back to back, for the duration of the tie, possible for hours.
The challenge for their pursuit of Cupid's magic, is that the lusty young maiden is only 'available', willing, pregantable, for about three days.

A three day honeymoon

Unlike humans perhaps, the vixen will only oblige when the ovules are in position and ready. The honeymoon won't last longer than those three days.

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Bliss ... It happens once a year and that's right now. Photo by Peter Lloyd on Unsplash. Many thanks to Peter and Unsplash
Come January, the gentleman fox doesn't let impatient or a huff or two dog his waiting time. And he certainly keeps her constant company.

As the organisation puts it, 'From the dog fox's point of view, he must ensure he is there when she is ready.'

The gentleman fox will make many attempts to hurry the arrival of the brief honeymoon. However, when the lady says no, she means it.

The society admits, 'Several attempts to mount the vixen will be rebuffed, sometimes quite aggressively. However, when she is ready ...'

Rather like what one hears of friends, when the female fox is in the mood, as it were, she certainly is.

'When she is ready, she flirts around the dog fox.'

And how! This how the fox society paints the love-in ...

'When the vixen is ready the dog fox will grasp her from behind with his front two legs and start to mate.

'... the dog fox’s penis is not totally erect until he has actually entered ... and the base of it begins to swell.

Locked together

'The vixen's will constrict. This swelling and constriction cause the pair to lock together, commonly called the tie. '

When it's time to dismount, he may not be able to. The society explains, 'He brings one of his back legs over the vixen’s back and there they stand, back to back, for the duration of the tie, possible for hours.'

As January doesn't fall often in a year, the male fox maintains his gentlemanly manners and apparently never moans about the precariousness of their goodnight embrace.

A very Happy New Year, readers! And thanks very much for visiting the mostly Tuesday and Thursday blogs for my adventure book, Sailing to Purgatory, which are introduced each time on Facebook Facebook dot com/Sailingtopurgatory and on Blogger,

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National Fox Welfare Society

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