A Fox Tale

Just as I was about to go downstairs to the Dungeon for a few hours of recording a book for Learning Ally, Carolyn whispered to me, "Jim...look in the back." 

I turned around, went to the sunroom, and through one of the windows saw one of the local foxes walking across the yard, not far from the wood pile.

He was a little grungy looking, but otherwise he seemed to be in a rather it's-a-pretty-sunny-day-for-a-stroll-through-the-Moore's-backyard mood. 

He found a spot to his liking and curled up on the lawn for a little nap. Just lying in the late-April-morning sun, on a warm, rain-washed patch of lawn. He'd rouse from time to time, yawn, peer up at the sun-bright sky, listen to local sounds, then put his head back down and snooze.

After maybe ten minutes of self-imposed quiet time, the fox uncurled, stretched in a long, languorous, arcing pose, still unhurried, and then trotted off to a path behind the forsythia and was gone.

I did take quite a few pictures through the glass as the fox dozed, but the wonder of having this wild animal just carving out a few minutes of quiet time for itself--no fear, no feral alertness at least for the moment--was more than simple pictures will show. 

Gosh, I love when that happens.