PADDOCK WOOD – The injured fox is cornered in a cage, teeth bared and snarling at the woman trying to help it.

Nicki Townsend is unperturbed. Donning only rubber gloves and attire fit for yoga, she approaches calmly. “All right, baby,” she murmurs softly as she adeptly places a towel over his head, grasps him by the neck, supports his injured legs, and transfers him to a fresh cage.

It’s not the way her day typically begins, but there’s nothing routine about rescuing foxes.

“You can never predict what you’re going to arrive at,” Townsend said.

Though not as iconic as phone booths or double-decker buses, the red fox is a staple in London, a city not typically associated with wildlife. Surviving in the streets, alleys, and backyards of this populous urban area can be challenging, and when foxes are in distress, they have their own rescue service — with Townsend potentially on the move.

The foxes didn’t invade London so much as adapt and expand their range inward as the city spread to their habitat in the 1930s and suburbs grew.

Love ‘em or hate ’em

But people and the bushy-tailed member of the canine family have not always lived in harmony, and the species has admirers and adversaries.

While many people are captivated by the sight of a fox sauntering down the street at twilight or lounging in a sunlit garden, there are those who view them as nuisances. They defecate wherever they please, rummage through trash, and during mating season in winter, the vixens emit spine-chilling cries that reverberate through the night.

“It’s like Marmite with foxes,” Townsend said, referring to the food spread that is an acquired and divisive taste. “You either love them or hate them.”

The divide between the two camps led Trevor Williams to found what became The Fox Project nearly 35 years ago.

Once a bass player in the rock group Audience that opened for Led Zeppelin and Pink Floyd, Williams had been active in the campaign to stop fox hunting when he redirected his protection efforts to the city, where foxes were once routinely killed.

“Because of the myths that have occurred over the years, there’s still a lot of suspicion about what foxes might be,” Williams said. “You know, they’re going to bite the baby, they’re going to eat the cat, they’re going to run away with your husband.”

The project has since grown from providing information on deterring foxes to rescuing 1,400 a year, including 400 cubs, though only about half survive to be released.

City offers cheap eats and unique hazards

There are estimated to be 15,000 foxes in London. The project covers a swath of south London and its leafy suburbs while other organizations not devoted solely to foxes handle other parts of the city.

While the omnivores survive on small animals, bugs and berries in the wild, they favor easily scavenged leftovers in the city and handouts that make them more dependent on humans.

Their main urban menaces are cars, getting snagged in soccer nets or getting stuck in tight spaces. In their effort to get free, they often get nasty abrasions that can become infected. Many also suffer from mange, a parasitic infestation that leads to all kinds of problems.

Townsend pilots her VW Caddy on city streets, highways and narrow lanes that roll through lush hills, responding to calls about injured or ill foxes or cubs that have lost their mothers.

She’s seen a bit of everything since her first humbling call 2 1/2 years ago when the supposedly injured fox bolted.

“In my inexperience, I chased after him, which is comical because you’re never going to outrun a fox,” she said. “I just remember he ran very fast and I looked silly running after him.”

Despite many challenging situations — she once managed to rescue a fox that lost its footing atop a fence and ended upside down at eye level with its paw lodged between boards — she’s only been bitten once.

Heartbreak with hard cases

Her van carries the distinctly musky scent of foxes. The odor becomes unpleasant when an anxious passenger in a litter of cubs relieves itself enroute to being delivered to a foster care pen where they will stay until being released in the wild.

“Feel free to open the window,” said Townsend, who is accustomed to the stench. “This is a stinky job.”

On a recent day, she was dispatched to meet a heartbroken couple who found a cub with a puncture wound collapsed on their back lawn.

“We thought he was asleep at first, so we went to go and have a close look because we love them,” Charlotte English said. “Then he just didn’t move, so we knew something was wrong.”

That cub had to be put to sleep, as did the adult Townsend transferred at the start of her shift.

Cubs that recover are socialized in packs of five until they mature and are then released in a rural location while the adults are freed in the neighborhoods where they were found.

The fox does not say ‘Thank you’

Given a second chance, it’s not clear how well the foxes fare, because they are rarely tracked. A 2016 study in the journal Applied Animal Behaviour Science found that rehabilitated foxes were more likely to behave as if they had been displaced when returned to their original territory. They were tracked wandering farther away, potentially exposing them to more traffic and greater stress.

“It is a gap in the knowledge and there’s an assumption that when you release them, they thrive and I think that that assumption needs to be challenged more,” said Bryony Tolhurst, a University of Brighton honorary research fellow and lead author of the study.

For Townsend, fox deaths are offset by the joy of seeing little ones venture into the unknown or an adult darting into a neighborhood it instantly recognizes.

“Sometimes they look back and people like to romanticize that they’re saying ‘thank you,'” she said. “They’re just making sure we’re not chasing after them.”