The fox is a fine, healthy thing of beauty — why would we rip her to shreds?

Her coat shone, dense and full. Her amber eyes glowed, cleanly set in a ring of black. A creature of utter perfection, writes environmental activist, Seán Ronayne.  And we allow such majestic beings be chased and violently killed for 'sport'

The red fox / sionnach / Vulpes vulpes is highly adaptable and can be found in various habitats, including urban areas

I woke up with a heavy sense of despondency this morning, the kind that manifests both physically and mentally. A deep sadness coursed through me, weighing down my mind and my limbs alike.

My legs felt like tree trunks, my arms like great branches. My mind was a dense, cloudy porridge, burdensome and stuck. Outside, wind-driven rain lashed the windows. I could hear it pelting against the glass. A peek under the curtains revealed a dreary world beneath an all-encompassing dark grey winter sky. It reflected exactly how I felt. But I knew this was no good. So I dragged myself into the day, hoping I would find some way to ease it all.