Well, excitement in the back yard tonight. It is raining here a little. Not enough to do any good, just enough to make me think I should have a coat on over my shorts and what was I thinking any way. So it was just almost to think about getting evening and I thought I should take a stroll out back. Well first thing I see is Icarus, the calico cat over setting in the Llama pen. She does not usually do that, but I thought what the hey. Then I noticed the brown Llama was on high alert, so I scanned the horizon and saw nothing. Then the brown and white Llama started running. I still saw nothing so I started on out to the duck house.
Lordy, about that time something shot past me and I seen the Fox about 6 feet away running and scaling the back fence right in front of me. He ran into the alfalfa field about 25 feet and then just stopped and set down and he and I engaged in a staring match. I never had an encounter like that before. This was very strange, so I grabbed my trusty cell phone and dialed Bret up and told him to bring his rifle and come out back. As luck would have it, across the field is several houses so the rifle was out of play at that point. Bret picked up a few rocks and chucked them at him, but he just looked at us and some of them were close. So since I was getting wet and cold I decided to come in out of the rain.
I guess what bothered me most is that he usually comes from the West through the Llama pen and then crosses the fence going South into the alfalfa before he gets to my property. This time he came from the North, over my West fence and then over the back fence heading South. And he looked very ragged. Not like the sleek fox I have been seeing. Unless, of course, this is a different fox. Good grief! I think I have solved the mystery. Nothing wrong with my fox, just this is not my fox. Wonder how many of those things I have around here?
Have to worry about that tomorrow cause I am falling asleep here! Good night all.
Lordy, about that time something shot past me and I seen the Fox about 6 feet away running and scaling the back fence right in front of me. He ran into the alfalfa field about 25 feet and then just stopped and set down and he and I engaged in a staring match. I never had an encounter like that before. This was very strange, so I grabbed my trusty cell phone and dialed Bret up and told him to bring his rifle and come out back. As luck would have it, across the field is several houses so the rifle was out of play at that point. Bret picked up a few rocks and chucked them at him, but he just looked at us and some of them were close. So since I was getting wet and cold I decided to come in out of the rain.
I guess what bothered me most is that he usually comes from the West through the Llama pen and then crosses the fence going South into the alfalfa before he gets to my property. This time he came from the North, over my West fence and then over the back fence heading South. And he looked very ragged. Not like the sleek fox I have been seeing. Unless, of course, this is a different fox. Good grief! I think I have solved the mystery. Nothing wrong with my fox, just this is not my fox. Wonder how many of those things I have around here?
Have to worry about that tomorrow cause I am falling asleep here! Good night all.
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