I was talking to my best friend on the phone, came in the computer room and sat down at the computer. A little fox came out from under the barn. My speech then turned to jibberish. The card wasn’t in my camera. The camera wasn’t on the right settings. I was repeating … have no idea what.
I finally managed to say “baby fox.” By that time an adult joined the little one.
They played a little bit. The adult sensed me and looked straight at me. The young went under the barn.
The adult, which was a male, trotted to the south,
stopped and looked to the east,
to the west,
and trotted on out of the yard.
We didn’t see the fox family last year until May 9. This young looked smaller than the first ones I saw last year.
I know young foxes are called kits. For some reason I’m not inclined to call them that … maybe I’ll switch. When they’re out playing, nursing, being curious, feeding on what dad brought in, I get so engrossed, so excited … well you can see why.
”Stay tuned.” I plan to share my fox experiences.