Sunday, November 7, 2010
This morning after downing my buck, I walked the 1/2 mile back to the barnyard and entered one of my outbuildings where I keep my outdoor gear. I was in need of a pair of surgical gloves for the upcoming field dressing chore. As I approached the shed noticed an odor that was not normal to that shed. I entered and immediately heard rustling within and to the rear of the shed, which is where I was heading. I was thinking, damn mice.. I will have to place some traps. But, upon reaching the back of the shed, I saw a blur of movement to my left and only got a glimpse of what is a much bigger animal than a mouse! Now, I was thinking a stray cat. I knew our two cats were in the house. So, quickly I moved toward the hiding animal... hoping to scare the s...t out of the cat and send it packing to parts unknown.... but to my surprise it wasn't a cat! FOX! I thought loudly in my head! After all, why yell when there is no one there to hear ya! The raider of the chicken coop is a Fox. Off he ran in a bur towards the front of the shed and through the open door. As I reach the doorway, all I saw was a reddish and gray fox, high tailing across the yard and into the woods. Now, I warned him, don't come back.. but I have a feeling he will not heed my words.
Posted by Bill Reynolds at 7:14 PM