Excitement reigned this morning. My neighbor is housing a den of foxes, probably a mother with her kits. They are cute as can be, and they are excelling at digging under her concrete. I can watch them with my binoculars as they romp around her property.
We have no shortage of wildlife here, though it seemed a bit empty this spring. However, the hawks have returned gracing neighboring roofs. The hummingbird is making his stop at the Indian Paintbrush in the back yard. And now we have foxes.
I hope that mother fox is the reason we are not plagued with squirrels this year! (“Parsha”, I’ll help you fix the concrete when they abandon the den.)