There is at least one fox who lives in our neighborhood. The other morning Patrick and I were out walking and I promised him a cookie as we got closer to the house.
His pace quickened. He cannot resist a cookie of any sort, under any circumstance.
When we got to the door, however, he was not - at all - interested in coming inside. (Which, given the pending cookie, was very odd.) Well, my hunter Patrick had spotted the fox - across the street and a few houses down.
He was very focused.
And he wasn't going nutty (as he probably would have been if the UPS truck had driven by - he can't stand those guys...). He was just - watching. Intently.
Unfortunately, I didn't get any snaps of the fox, as he escaped behind a bush when he realized he was being watched. But, I did get a snap of a couple of bunnies in the backyard.
They are such nibblers.
It's so nice to *occasionally* get a little hint of nature out here in suburbia. I'll take what I can get...