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.

Mama

Come on over... come on, that's it... a little closer... she's got a lovely joke she wants to tell you.



Can't you come a little closer, dear? It's ever so funny. You'll just die.

Growing Boys

Don't look, Calamity!!

More foxes

Mama fox was more in evidence yesterday, and the kits are already warier of the monkey. I wasn't able to get very close. They may be moving out.

Foxes

Got back from a week away to find that we have five fox kits living under our corn crib. Haven't seen them yet today. They're mostly nocturnal, but still I'm hoping that yesterday's photo forays haven't upset mama fox so much that she's moved them overnight.