I was cycling home around one sunset and suddenly came across a fox. First I thought it was a dog from one of the allotment gardens in the area. Just as I got close enough to realise it wasn't, he fled through a hole in a fence. I peered through the hole and found him standing there.

In the countryside I had only seen foxes in fur farms, as we made casual class trips to local economies (although they're not the same species, to be exact). The first time I spotted a red fox was in Helsinki's Kontula when I moved in for the first time. The second spotting took place in East Helsinki as well.

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