Did you ever play Statues when you were a kid? You know the game…everyone stand really still and then you get called home to take a bath and go to bed. Yeah a thrilling game of standing still…who thought of that lame game? Anyway, I played that last night with some foxes in the backyard.
I took out the trash and on the way back into the house I saw a fox in the woods. I froze in my tracks and watched as another one cruised up to the first. The second fox wasn’t nearly as foxy as the first because he/she didn’t even notice me. Then another smaller one came up and gave an awkward sounding bark–perhaps a teenager during the voice change period. The foxiest fox went over to the wood pile to get a better view of me. Foxy roamed all over the wood pile trying to get higher to get a good look at me. Finally, Foxy had enough and gave a bark that made me flinch a little (shocking in its intensity) and the three of them moved on. I was being chewed on by a bug so I was really happy to be able to move and kill it. And, I smashed it…I’m sure to die any minute now.