In the 5+ years at our residence, we've had the thrill of seeing deer, raccoons, a woodchuck (which I just discovered is not the Beaver I thought it was), bunnies, and a pack of dark creatures that we've yet to be able to identify chillaxin in the field behind our house. And, today, I add a family of foxes to that list. Red foxes, in fact. Those cute little critters with long bushy tails, not the former comedian. Still, animals you would expect to find on a forest trail as opposed to a residential neighborhood. Except this crew doesn't look so little; well, at least the Ma and Pa foxes. From what we can tell, via binoculars and a keen eye, there's a male, female and two youngsters. We're guessing they have a den of some sorts in the heavy brush that cuts across the middle of the field. This evening, they were out there playing, prancing, then laying around as if nothing else was going on around them. The most ironic part of this is that they've selected a home directly next door to a penned area inhabited by a couple of horses, some sheep, chickens and a rooster. I guess location is, in fact, everything...even for foxes. I'm hoping, eventually, the male finds the nerve to venture closer to the fence that separates our yard from the field. I just want an opportunity to ask him if he has the time. Oh, that was bad.
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