Originally Posted by
BEagle
.... The fox nipped through the wire, trotted across the tarmac, then looked around before 'assuming the position' and depositing a load of fox-poo before happily going on its way. "That to you, Jorrocks and all your wretched Pink-coated kin", I could imagine it was saying!
One evening at Farnborough, a vixen with her 4 cubs decided to walk onto the runway and stopped to allow her cubs a quick 'suck'.
The departing ATP carefully taxyed around her and took off; the vixen appeared unperturbed.