Habitat. I guess we should feel guilty to see fox in the suburban neighborhoods. I don’t. I feel fortunate that I was there when this guy popped out of the brush and waited till I got my camera out. It’s fall. The fox is thin. Slim pickings? Disease? Sighting? Call me lucky to have seen it.
Ida had foxes give birth in her barn. They would come out around 7PM. And we were fortunate enough to see them the night we visited. The light was poor. But I got foxes. Neat! There were a bunch of them. More than one mom? They were brave. One just stood his ground and let me get a closeup.