|April 29, 2012|
So perhaps that's why I didn't see the red fox earlier than I did. The fox was just off the left side of the trail and was climbing over a log and rock. I stopped dead, expecting the fox to bolt. Amazingly it did not. It kept coming towards me, no more than 15 feet away for at least another 4-5 steps. Finally, it did see me and faster than I could blink it disappeared into deeper the woods.
I went over to the spot where I first saw the fox, wondering if there was a den there. No den. I believe the fox was napping, though, in the sheltered area under the log that was resting atop a good-sized rock. Perhaps it heard my footsteps and got up to investigate, not realizing in those first moments that I was Right There. A few seconds later and from just across the stream, I hear the fox bark. The poor thing was probably complaining to its mate, "I had to move! I'm over here now!"
|Jack in the Pulpit|
Jacks-in-the-pulpit (or is that jack-in-the-pulpits?) are up this week, too.
I'm glad I took good advantage of the superb weather to traipse down along the stream this past weekend. The rest of this week has been foggy and humid, with spates of much-needed rain and occasional thunder. The rain is appreciated, but it's not the kind of weather that makes for great photos!