Foxy Foxy

I was doing dishes this morning when I spotted a rather large, but very beautiful fox running across the back yard. After a bit he was only walking. I have never seen one at our place. I have spotted them along the road a couple miles from here. I suppose the neighborhood caught wind of chickens. Luckily they are in the pen for the winter. When the bugs start dying off, they are better off inside living off grain. Otherwise, I imagine that fox would have had a fabulous breakfast. I had my camera stuffed in my purse otherwise I would have gotten a picture.