No sign of the old fox, but the young male showed up a little while ago and did his best to play hard to get (or at least hard to photograph). I was by the back door when he showed up, emerging from the side of the house.
We startled each other, and he turned tail.
Then he explored the ivy.
Cached something half way up the garden.
Jumped into the leaf-mould bin.
And out via the compost bin, before disappearing.