The phone rang. It was the middle of the night. In fact it was about 02:40-ish. Heart was pounding as the Gorse Fox removed his nails from the bedroom ceiling and lowered himself back onto the bed. The Silver Vixen answered. It was Pistol Pete phoning to tell us that Urban-Cub had just presented us with a granddaughter - Ellie. She was born at 02:29 and judging by the background noise, had a good set of lungs on her. Mother and daughter are doing well and should be released by lunchtime.
We went back to sleep with smiles firmly fixed on our faces. Since getting up we have spent much of the morning going through the list of people who asked to be informed... and now we await the opportunity to meet the new member of the family.