I've mentioned the feral cats before, and while the most vicious one went on vacation, there's still one that frequents the Bone Yard. And now there's a domestic cat that keeps coming around. The domestic cat is so brazen that she parks herself right where I put the fox food -- two raw chicken drumsticks -- waiting for the handout.
It's like a microcosm of our federal government. I'm Uncle Sugar handing out free stuff, and she's like some fat cat corporate welfare queen waiting for the subsidy. Well, one night I threw a drumstick at her. Surprised the heck out of her, and she backed off, but not out of sight. The next night I splashed some water on her, and she took off. The best I can hope for is that at least she waits out of my sight. Anyway, sorry about the rant. This series is supposed to honor the wild urban foxes. So let's get on with it.
Left-- Here's Old Crooked Tail in the foreground while Youngster has her mouth open as if she's trying to communicate, "May I have some, please?" Right--"OK, here you go kiddo." Both ate.
Left-- Fat Cat looks for the drumstick she left behind earlier. The fox got it and is eating it in background. Right-- Then fox looks around while Fat Cat watches.
The three shots above are the same photo. The one on the left is the original while the next two have been cropped. The gamma was adjusted on the one on the far right to bring out the fox a little better. It's the pose that got my attention. She's standing straight with her head up in the air. The youngster is trailing her -- see the eyes on our left. I believing she could be calling out to some other fox. The youngster's daddy? We can only guess.
Finally, here are a couple of nice profiles of Old Crooked Tail. See the lump on her tail? What a beautiful creature she is.
Well, that's it for this Fox Friday. See ya next time.
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