Foxy Friday

 

This morning, I was in the home office, sitting at the commuter, looking at my most recent emails and listening to Glenn who was sitting beside me.  All of a sudden Glenn jumped up out of his seat and exclaimed, “See the fox?”

 

No.  I had not as my eyes were on the computer screen; but, quickly I moved the two feet to the window and watched a lovely red fox weaving about the light snow-covered grass in the paddock besides the house. Every so often, said fox with an extremely bushy, beautiful tail would jump three feet or so straight into the air and come down on the ground with a pounce.  Glenn commented that he was hunting for mice.



Airborne!

 

The fox slowly meandered, nose to the ground, before moving to the adjacent pasture by sliding through a 6 inch by 3 inch square of the woven wire fence which divided the paddock into two sections.  Glenn did not believe an adult fox could fit through such a small opening; that is, until today.

 

 



Look at that gorgeous tail...



 



 

So much for thinking a woven-wire fence offered some protection to our sheep…not!