Right now, there are two foxes (foxi?) in my garden. A mum and her pup. They are playing in grass--mum grooming her little one--and answering my questions of who or what has been laying in the flower bed.
As a girl who spent the majority of her formative years in a mountain valley, one might assume (i.e. me) that I would have seen plenty of foxes in my time. But no, just deer. I had to move to the city to see foxes.
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