Last night we were awakened by something barking outside the cabin. Barking for a long time. I think it was a fox — Himself isn’t so sure. He thinks it could have been a coyote. It sounded to me like a fox that had treed something — one of the bobcats maybe? We spent one Christmas Day years ago watching a bobcat who had curled up under that tree. It napped on and off all day, supremely unbothered by my bird dogs (who we kept in the house). We see them on the game cams, and there’s been a suspicious lack of bunnies lately. Usually means a bobcat has come through. The reason I think it was a fox is not only because we’ve seen some, but there’s a den I found walking Hank-dog one morning that’s down that direction, and I’m pretty sure it’s a fox den. Smelled like it.
I love this one. The world is for all of us, and we are taking more than our share.
Oh thanks! That means a lot coming from you. It's something I'm wrestling with in this longer thing I'm working on ...
I'm envious of where you live, heh.
When we can travel again, you'll have to come over for a visit...
I would love to. Out by Livingston somewhere, aren't you?
I'm in town, the cabin is down in the valley. We met late in life and kept our own houses (which is so great).