Once last week, and twice this week, I’ve spotted a male gray fox in our neighborhood. He’s a sneaky boy, and crosses the street about three doors down (surely you didn't think he'd hang around my house with the Hunter Wonderdogs, did ya?) around 6:40 a.m. each morning. And I'm curious. I want to see where he lives, what he’s doing, and who he’s helping to feed. I know there has to be a mommy fox and some babies around. I know, because this is a yearly saga at the house of the Snooty Primadona where the foxes Fernando and Felicia hang out. With all their cute babies, I must say.
I guess I could get one of those infrared body heat cameras that hunters post at their deer feeders.
But then again, no. I really don’t wanna know what goes on in my neighborhood after a certain hour. Just bury my head in the sand, baby. And call me Ostrich.
