Ernest takes his supervisory responsibilities seriously. He monitors my work and the yard simultaneously from his post in a basket on my desk.
One morning last week he bolted up from a dead sleep, streaking toward the kitchen windows, a high thin hunting whine trailing behind.
I followed to see this:
Fox. In full morning sun about 20 feet from the kitchen windows.
We haven't seen him/her in ages, due to our repentance for the sin of leaving Purina dog chow out on the rocks for him/her.
That practice brought not only five lovely foxes to the feeding rocks just after dark each evening, but a nightly cast of raccoons, possums and skunks. Many mornings I awoke to the smell of angry skunk.
The night I opened the door to the sight of a dozen skunks jousting for position, I repented.
As I said, that was some time back. So why was Fox in my front yard in broad daylight when he/she is a night person?
Look closely, see if you can find the answer in this picture:
Fox is on clean-up duty.
We put peanuts-in-the-shell out for the scrubjays in the morning. By nightfall, the jays, titmice, squirrels, deer, etc. have finished them off.
Fox is just beating the crowd to brunch.
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