Dad’s World with Jonathan deBurca Butler

THERE’S a fox roaming our Dublin 6 estate at the moment and last Sunday night he decided half past four in the morning was an ideal time to let everyone know whose turf it was.

If you’ve ever heard it, you’ll know that a fox’s territorial bawl is a spine-chilling cross between a heavy-smoking dog and a very sick cat.

Sunday morning’s rendition was no different only this time as well as waking both myself and the Mrs, it also managed to wake Fionn who was frightened and just a tad annoyed. Fionn eventually went back to sleep but neither myself nor Ciara managed the same and the two of us got out of bed like zombies.