I love our Red Foxes, especially at the sunset hour when their fur GLOWS.
But more than anything, he was annoyed at all the crows screaming at him overhead.
And trotted away.
We need our healthy predators to keep the balance.
I hate to tell you this, but the following night…
I spotted him with a duck he’d just snatched along the shore.
Foxes, will be foxes. And tho’ it’s hard to think of the poor duck or goose or rabbit, I wouldn’t have it any other way… 😉