It's been a critter-filled summer here on the ranch near Prescott, Arizona, and my husband keeps pushing me to share my pictures with the world. It's a wonderful idea. I love my critters and desperately need to revive this poor blog.
So, today's photos are of beautiful Gray Foxes. At least two come by regularly to get a drink from the bird bath, sniff out bugs and worms, or scamper catlike up and down our trees. It's incredible to watch!
The little fella below was comfortable enough to take a nap under a manzanita bush.
And What Does the Fox Say? Not any of the things the goofy song proclaims.
When I first heard a fox call, in the deep dark of our Coulter Pine forest near Lake Hughes, California, I was a bit freaked out. It sounded like something was dying a slow and painful death by dismemberment. But no, that scream is what a fox really says. I've not yet heard it here, though. These foxes are pretty stealthy.
Has anybody else out there seen or heard a fox lately?
When I first heard a fox call, in the deep dark of our Coulter Pine forest near Lake Hughes, California, I was a bit freaked out. It sounded like something was dying a slow and painful death by dismemberment. But no, that scream is what a fox really says. I've not yet heard it here, though. These foxes are pretty stealthy.
Has anybody else out there seen or heard a fox lately?
