Fans of Fox Friday will recall that we lost a friend one week ago. It was a hit and run on what should have been a quiet street that early in the morning. A fox was killed and left to rot on the street. I was in denial for several days, and although I'm not 100% convinced, there's a good chance it was Old Crooked Tail. She had a beautiful, bushy tail that took a downward turn, and she was the most frequent visitor to the Bone Yard. Her absence this week may mean that she was the one who went to the happy scrounging ground. I'll probably do a tribute to her. But not today.
Foxes showed up only two nights this past seven days. The first time was Monday night when Scrawny Tail slipped in and stole a chicken leg right out from under one of the feral cats.
Then on Wednesday night three -- count 'em -- THREE foxes!
Anyway, that's it for this Fox Friday. See ya next time.