There we were, having just settled down at the dinner table when movement caught my eye. Diagonally across the house, more or less, through one of our many windows, I saw a gray fox hurry through the garden past the house. Then he or she stopped, sniffed, pawed, and sniffed some more. 

Suddenly s/he grabbed something and applied the typical canine death-shake that we know so well from Vandal the Beauceron and his armadillos …

Before I could quietly open a window or sneak outside, our secretive visitor disappeared into the juniper bushes.

It’s getting close to kit-season, maybe we’re hosting a den nearby, that’d be cool! Since we have a very healthy coyote population around here, we don’t see many foxes normally, so this visit was greatly appreciated.