The red fox stalking mice or voles in the weeds growing under the front row of the old weathered bleachers registered in some part of my brain this morning, but not fast enough to fire the synapses that would have had me pull my phone from my left pocket to get the pic...
The red fox bolted across the street and past the decorative fruit trees in the yard a block from home so fast that ithe reality of a fox on the run did not sink in until it disappeared past a neighbor's porch.
The wonder of red foxes mean so much to me. They are my fa...
