Sunday, May 27, 2007
Friday, May 25, 2007
New Friend
We have a new little critter hanging around the office. She doesn't seem to be hurt and the river is about a 1/4 mile away, though I'm not sure why she's selected here to hang. So what should I feed her? I did give her some water and crackers though I'm sure that's not the best thing to feed her. I've named her Pearl.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Fox News
I believe they have moved out. The evening of the same day that Mr. Sorrow and Zeke scent-marked their territory, mama fox brought the kits up to where I took that last photo. She waited till she saw our heads in the window and then chased the kits headlong out of the meadow and into the woods to our west. Then she came back close to the house, made sure we were watching her, and then ran screaming and conspicuous across the road and into the meadow to the east, bounding like a red and gold dolphin against the green green new grass. An astonishing display of foxiness. We haven't seen any of them since. Godspeed, little furballs.
Sunday, May 20, 2007
It'll end in tears
Our neighbors are up from New York. He called us today to say that "our" foxes were on his land and that he was going to have to get a sight for his .22. (They have a cat.) This is something of a hollow threat, as he's legally blind, but we have other neighbors with guns.
I feel guilty. We have no business trying not to disturb them: If they become tame, they're toast. The best thing that could happen is if we could persuade them to move out. The trouble is, then they become someone else's foxes. Not a neighborly thing to do. Still, Mr. Sorrow brought Zeke down for another sniff and a pee, and he let him dig around the den some. Supposedly if we disturb their habitat enough, they'll leave. And then what? Kill some chickens? A cat? Get killed themselves? Damn.
I feel guilty. We have no business trying not to disturb them: If they become tame, they're toast. The best thing that could happen is if we could persuade them to move out. The trouble is, then they become someone else's foxes. Not a neighborly thing to do. Still, Mr. Sorrow brought Zeke down for another sniff and a pee, and he let him dig around the den some. Supposedly if we disturb their habitat enough, they'll leave. And then what? Kill some chickens? A cat? Get killed themselves? Damn.