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December 16, 2007
The Fox and The Hound
Actually it wasn't the fox and the hound, it was the fox and my dog Inga. I apologize for the dead animal picture, but this is what I encountered while I was out spraying for pests on Saturday morning. 
I heard the ruckus in the wee hours of the morning, but I had no idea what was shaking down outside.
We've had red foxes around our house as far back as I can remember. Usually I spot them late at night when I am returning home from the office. I'll spot them as they scurry across the road dashing into the brush. This summer I had a close encounter during daytime when a fox came within 10 feet of me while I was working on my plants. It wasn't afraid of me at all and just sort of looked at me quizzically and meandered back into the brush.
Inga is the most laid-back dog around and it is hard to imagine that she is a killer. She is a cat friendly dog and has experienced the loss of at least two cats since I've had her. Maybe that's why she took care of the fox?
A few years back I had a problem with disappearing cats/kittens and I
always figured the culprit was either a fox or an alligator. When you look at the teeth this fox was sporting it is easy to see how a cat/kitten would make a nice meal.
Later that afternoon I prepared a grave for the fox and buried it. I almost had to battle a buzzard for the carcass. Man those birds act fast! I always plant a living thing on top of a dead animal grave so I readied the the grave for one of my brugmansia seedlings. I have at least a dozen seedlings that will be blooming for the first time this week and one of them will earn top honors as a living tombstone for this poor old red fox.
I heard the ruckus in the wee hours of the morning, but I had no idea what was shaking down outside. We've had red foxes around our house as far back as I can remember. Usually I spot them late at night when I am returning home from the office. I'll spot them as they scurry across the road dashing into the brush. This summer I had a close encounter during daytime when a fox came within 10 feet of me while I was working on my plants. It wasn't afraid of me at all and just sort of looked at me quizzically and meandered back into the brush.
Inga is the most laid-back dog around and it is hard to imagine that she is a killer. She is a cat friendly dog and has experienced the loss of at least two cats since I've had her. Maybe that's why she took care of the fox?
A few years back I had a problem with disappearing cats/kittens and I
always figured the culprit was either a fox or an alligator. When you look at the teeth this fox was sporting it is easy to see how a cat/kitten would make a nice meal.Later that afternoon I prepared a grave for the fox and buried it. I almost had to battle a buzzard for the carcass. Man those birds act fast! I always plant a living thing on top of a dead animal grave so I readied the the grave for one of my brugmansia seedlings. I have at least a dozen seedlings that will be blooming for the first time this week and one of them will earn top honors as a living tombstone for this poor old red fox.
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