First fox sighting the end of March. This picture was taken out of the dining room window. Pretty close to the house I thought |
Now while having morning coffee, Vern and I heard the screeching and I ran out in my slippers. There is my young black cat sitting on a rock a few feet from the screaming fox. He meanders to me and lets me pick him up, all the while the fox is stocking us.
This is now my daily routine. Let the cat out in the morning and find him pensively waiting on the rock where he last saw the fox. I don't understand why ... dummy cat, Smooch is his name by the way, runs away from Heather's dog but has spent the last week pining for the fox. Nine thirty in the morning seems to be her time to run by my deck and scream at my cat, so way before then, I am bundled up, it is still 5 to 10 degrees c in the morning, having my coffee on the deck waiting for the fox too.
What does the fox say? For real… https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=J6NuhlibHsM and LOUD!
Plot twists
Sometime around week two we discover four little fox kits tumbling around the backyard, playing and fighting and popping in and out from under the shed... next day I count 6 little kits, all scrambling about the deck looking in the door window at... of course the cats! Next twist, Vern and I figure out from the first picture I took that this isn't the same fox! This one is more orange red and smaller and doesn't have the white breast. Eight foxes!
"What does the fox say" Ylvis https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jofNR_WkoCE
Only the first and last photos are mine. The rest are stolen from Google
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