Old news for me, but probably new to you, I have a family of foxes living in my neighborhood. I don't know if they're weird because of growing up in a city, or because that's how foxes are, but they're odd. Every time I see one, it stops, makes it a point to look at me, scamper off, and then look at me one last time. It's like they're saying "yeah, I let you see me, I'm that awesome." And they'd be right, I love foxes. They ARE that awesome.
So a few weeks ago, I decided to try something. I decided to try and leave food out for them. They out number the raccoons who like to dig through my garbage, so I wasn't worried they wouldn't get it. They're sneakier. My neighbor's dog is also a chickenshit, so no way would he try anything.
Anyway, it worked. I noticed them on my porch a few days before I started this blog. Gobbling up every little bit of kibble I left them. Yes, kibble. They love it, you hush. They could see me through my window. I was sure they'd scamper off to do whatever it is foxes do in the middle of the night. Play fox games and go to fox parties, I'd guess. Okay, now I know I'm tired.
Good night!
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