Today I’m thankful for foxes.
I grew up in a city of about 250,000. It’s mid-sized, as far as such things go. Robins and jays were the biggest creatures I saw regularly. My grandparents had a farm about an hour away. We saw deer and hawks, and the occasional goldfinch, but not much of any size.
I left home for university. I moved to a smaller city for work after graduating, with a population of about 60,000 people. It was here that I saw my first wild fox. I was going to work on a fall morning and saw a fox climb out of a sewer grate and simply trot along the street. I didn’t see any kits. It was late enough in the season that the sun wasn’t fully up. I looked again, to verify what I was actually seeing. I told my colleagues about the encounter. Apparently it is a somewhat common occurrence here.Embed from Getty Images