Wife and I were sitting at the dining room table this morning, drinking coffee. She looks out the window and says what the heck is that? It was a Fox, right behind the house. He just walked up the hill and layed down. When he put his head down, we knew something was wrong with him. He had come the direction of the road so we figured he was either hit by a car or was rabid. After a few minutes he got up, walked about twenty feet and sat down. He was sort of swaying side to side as if he was dazed or in a stupor. A few minutes later he gets up and walks over to the top of the wall, right behind the house. I opened the window and yelled, but he just sat there. After sitting there for a few more minutes he gets up and slowly makes his way up towards the woods. The wife was getting ready to take the dogs out for their morning deposit so I loaded the shotgun and walked all around the property to see if he was still here. I couldn't find him so I guess he made it into the woods.
I knew we had Fox around here, but haven't seen one alive, up to now.
I knew we had Fox around here, but haven't seen one alive, up to now.
