I looked out the window the other day into the back yard – and there was The Fox. Elegant and slender, dainty and strong. Beautiful from eartip to tailtip. Dark, dark red with little black feet.
Now I know why the birds have been squawking out of tune these last days – and why the night has been split with raccoon cries – and not just babies stuck in trees, either.
He didn’t move fast, he didn’t move slow. Just glided his way along the yard, moving out of the trees across the patio. Then stopping to mark his territory as he passed again into the trees.
Thank you for the visit, Fox!