Stumbling outside in the early morning sunlight, I come across this rag blocking my path
What is it?
It’s a tiny fox!
It’s not somebody I’ve met before. But she looks so peaceful sleeping in the sun that I decide to back away and use another path to get to my greenhouse to water my tomato plants. I’m glad that she seems relaxed enough to ignore me.
I wonder who she is, and what has brought her to my garden – my usual foxes are rather moth eaten; well you’ve all seen pictures of them, I guess? I had a huge drama last winter when the two resident male foxes came down with the most disgusting case of mange I’ve ever seen. I never feed foxes as I really want them to be wild and free, but I had to this time just to get them to eat some anti mange medicine I got from the vet. And it worked, they are almost cured by now; except their tails still look ridiculous, they’re still almost hairless with little tufts at the end, like bog brushes.
It is funny that whenever I’m in a fizz, I meet up with Fox. I’m rather enjoying these encounters as they calm me down no end.
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you are now their protector and home! they feel safe near you. enjoy!!! 🙂
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