I see rabbit tracks in that photo, but they look fairly old. I don’t think this fox is going to pay much attention to them because that prey animal is long gone. But this fox will find food somewhere. A half-eaten Quarter Pounder with Cheese that missed the trash can when it was pitched will be perfectly yummy. A squirrel not watching out as it buries a peanut would be a feast.
Foxes do get rabies so I hope you and Meade are careful, Professor.
I had a fox just hanging in the yard last fall, sleeping like a dog. The last I saw him, he had a friend, so I'm wondering if there will be a young family in the yard next spring.
From all the footprints/pawprints, it seems as if he's pacing about. Maybe he's an expectant father waiting to hear the first yelps. A January volpine birth, while unusual, is frequent enough.
Around where Mr. Fox is sauntering there are many tracks; delicate, purposeful. Are they his earlier tracks, those of his peers, or those of his likely prey?
My cattle dog loves frozen rotting celery and arugula. Why? I understand the carrot peels, sweet potatoes and abandoned cherry tomatoes. I understand the shrimp shells. I don't discard potatoes or meat.
Also, Teen Mom, the Siamese, has befriended a raccoon in the abandoned house. They sit in adjoining kitchen cabinets as the house falls down around them.
Whenever a pair of red squirrels successfully raise a litter somewhere in the yard, I welcome the inevitable visit of Mr Fox, although I may have seen bobcat prints in the snow the other day, so maybe I owe that creature the thanks.
In the olden days, porn actors, well the men, used to eat celery in the hope that the turgidity would, you know, show up in their performances, kind of like when an indian would eat the heart of the bear they killed to assimilate its strength. Doc posted one time about how a surgeon told him that he found Eisenhower’s intestines filled with the stuff and Mamie was always trying to get him to stop eating it. I think that the two stories are related. Not sure that it enters the thinking of your dog though, but I was happy to see a peg to post that story.
Find the location of the nearest chicken coop and you will know where Mr. or Ms. Fox is going. Sneaky little bastards, they are! We would find them in our coop quite often. They would stare at us as if to say "Whatcha gonna do about it"? With an expression a bit like Hunter Biden's this morning.
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Are you sure? Looks like skyrim to me.
Must be off searching for a cold mouse.
Snow hides the mice and voles foxes normally rely on. The resultant hunger drives them into the suburbs where food waste and dog chow are plentiful.
The Grand Dame of Althouse Blog
Had no animal-naming plan
For critters she snapped from day to day
Perhaps call this fox 'Ann'?
(play on the "Grand Old Duke of York")
Fox on the run…
i wonder what the birds think about him?
Classy Mr. Fox
I see rabbit tracks in that photo, but they look fairly old. I don’t think this fox is going to pay much attention to them because that prey animal is long gone. But this fox will find food somewhere. A half-eaten Quarter Pounder with Cheese that missed the trash can when it was pitched will be perfectly yummy. A squirrel not watching out as it buries a peanut would be a feast.
Foxes do get rabies so I hope you and Meade are careful, Professor.
That Fox seems to know where he's going. A purposful stride.
Is he after some small vermin?
Fox on the run
Since last spring's Vixen with kits, I no longer have squirrels or rabbits. It does not make me happy.
“Is he after some small Vermin”. Confirmation Rich is a rodent.
I had a fox just hanging in the yard last fall, sleeping like a dog. The last I saw him, he had a friend, so I'm wondering if there will be a young family in the yard next spring.
From all the footprints/pawprints, it seems as if he's pacing about. Maybe he's an expectant father waiting to hear the first yelps. A January volpine birth, while unusual, is frequent enough.
Nice! When I see the (a?) fox in my 'hood, it's always pre-dawn and my phone camera doesn't do well in low light.
Eff. Oh. Ex. The Fox family that passes through our yard have no winter coats. That one's fuzzy...
Around where Mr. Fox is sauntering there are many tracks; delicate, purposeful. Are they his earlier tracks, those of his peers, or those of his likely prey?
Lovely pic, thanks!
Is he after some small vermin?
@rcocean, in an urban winter environment I imagine the small animals have moved indoors. Time to set out traps.
Always remember, it’s the second mouse that gets the cheese.
The best!
Huh.
Yesterday, driving over a coastal mtn pass had to stop twice for coyotes walking the center line like drunks.
So pretty...
They know Meade plants tasty greens.
My cattle dog loves frozen rotting celery and arugula. Why? I understand the carrot peels, sweet potatoes and abandoned cherry tomatoes. I understand the shrimp shells. I don't discard potatoes or meat.
Why celery?
Also, Teen Mom, the Siamese, has befriended a raccoon in the abandoned house. They sit in adjoining kitchen cabinets as the house falls down around them.
It's just like an Altman film.
We get those in our back yard all the time. We think there is a mating pair in our woods.
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That’s a fox. LaAlthouse attracts other foxes.
Whenever a pair of red squirrels successfully raise a litter somewhere in the yard, I welcome the inevitable visit of Mr Fox, although I may have seen bobcat prints in the snow the other day, so maybe I owe that creature the thanks.
In the olden days, porn actors, well the men, used to eat celery in the hope that the turgidity would, you know, show up in their performances, kind of like when an indian would eat the heart of the bear they killed to assimilate its strength. Doc posted one time about how a surgeon told him that he found Eisenhower’s intestines filled with the stuff and Mamie was always trying to get him to stop eating it. I think that the two stories are related. Not sure that it enters the thinking of your dog though, but I was happy to see a peg to post that story.
Find the location of the nearest chicken coop and you will know where Mr. or Ms. Fox is going. Sneaky little bastards, they are! We would find them in our coop quite often. They would stare at us as if to say "Whatcha gonna do about it"? With an expression a bit like Hunter Biden's this morning.
Foxes are common rabies vectors
Maybe she's a 21st Century Fox:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fJgy9LCNRHs
Fantastic! (Original and best edition)
Why is there no "Like" button?
Here in my Texas neighborhood we have Gray Foxes Gray Foxes. Photo taken in the dark with a Muddy100 game camera just off my back patio.
They can climb trees, the ladder just happened to be there overnight.
Wow, mikee....that's crazy!!!
Fox news!
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