We made it back, and in the light of day I could see that he was bleeding quite badly.
I tore a handkerchief from the washing line as I scurried past and used it to cover his head, to reduce stress (thanks for that tip, ! I put him in his hutch and raced in doors to phone the vet and get him an appointment.
What do you know about the grief associated with losing a pet to a fox? As I sit and write this, my mind drifts back to the events of Thursday 6th November 2003 and the surprise that I recall feeling upon getting up to investigate the quacking of our two pet "Call" ducks.
For those of you who are familiar with the 9 standardized and half-dozen or more non-standardized types of Call duck listed by the British Wildfowl Association in 1999, one was a "Grey" or "Mallard" and the other was a "Bibbed" duck.
It then went around our shed and over the back garden wall, with me in hot pursuit, screaming for all I was worth!