Over the last few days, I've been seeing a small number of "baby" foxes in my backyard. Apparently, they have a den in what we call the "Old House", which has long since collapsed. It's the perfect hiding place for these critters.
I'm kinda glad that foxes are doing well around here, despite the presence of coyotes. Coyotes, an invader species in Southeastern North Carolina, has been (supposedly) putting a dent in the fox population.
In any case, I saw the female today bringing the little foxes something to eat (probably a rabbit).
Normally, when I'm out and about, I keep a rifle on the back porch (either my Winchester M1894AE or WASR 10/63 AK clone) in case I see a coyote (there are numerous coyotes in my area, and our policy is "shoot on sight"). But I have no intention of popping the foxes unless they attack my outside cat (who has her kittens well hidden).
These little symbols of Davion imperialism has been providing this Capellan fan lots of sightseeing amusement. I'll enjoy it while I can, since they are about big enough to leave the den here soon.
The joys of country living.
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