Out Foxed

I saw a blur running across the yard early one sunny morning last week. I ran to the window and it was a large, well-fed fox. He trotted across the yard, and sat down in the garden, on the crusty snow cover. He was gazing intently at the birds twittering in the bushes a few feet out of his reach. I say "him" because he seemed a little too big (dog-size) for a foxy lady. He relaxed enough to scratch behind his ear with a hind leg, and continued to "set a spell." After a few minutes he walked off into the woods. An unsuspecting Tiffy would be quite the meal bonanza for this guy... something to keep in mind when she ventures out again when the ice sheet withdraws. Here's a photo I call "Tiffy - the Later Years."