While watching birds out the bedroom window yesterday I saw this fox go by. Obviously something has sheared off part of its tail — a pursuing predator?
It walked to each of the sunflower feeders and checked for fallen seeds, then circled around the house and climbed the hill up into the trees.
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I thought it seemed a little stiff in the hips, but was I projecting that, still thinking of the loss last month of Shelby, our arthritic old dog?
We watched it from the kitchen, and M. said something about the hard lives of wild animals.
I wonder if we will see it again.
