January 27th, 2006

I neglected to mention this sooner but the other day when I was walking with my dad, we saw a fox.

It trotted across the street about half a block ahead of us, paused, checked us out, then ambled into someone’s yard. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen a live, roaming-free fox. I’m not even sure I’ve ever seen one in the zoo, though certainly I must have at some point whether I recall having done so or not. It’s the first notable non-avian predator I’ve seen around here, and I was thrilled to get a chance to observe the bushy-tailed, red-faced, black-eared thing of fairy tales. I love where I live. My dad said he’d seen it the week before across the street from our house, but had convinced himself it was a cat or small dog. Sergei went crazy, too, and nearly wrenched my arm off trying to get at the little guy.

P.S. I think this is the 400th post I’ve made to the blog. Not bad, eh?

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