"When I was a teenager who fell in love with every pretty face and wanton smile that passed me by, life was so simple to live and moral scruples so easy to forget. My friends and I would play this game of seeing who could pick out the most attractive girl as we walked the road from Hightown to Cleckheaton. There might be half a dozen mates from the estate playing the game. Each boy choosing was allowed to have two selections during the one-mile walk. Incidentally, everyone walked everywhere in those days and it was virtually impossible to walk one mile without seeing some member of the opposite sex whom you didn't fancy.
The strange thing was, without exception, none of us ever stuck with our first choice once a more attractive option was presented to us en route. Being creatures of prey, just like testosterone-fuelled teenage lads of the 1950's, I suspect that foxes are no different. Present them with a more attractive offer and they'll gladly take it in exchange for their first choice also!
'If you eat me, Mr Fox, I will only give you a stomach ache and you shall still require more food to satisfy your appetite. But.......if you spare me, I shall tell you where the fattest chickens roost.'" William Forde: October 11th, 2017