I’ve eard a lot of talk about foxes the lately. People have been seeing them more often and I am wondering if
the foxes are getting desperately hungry at the end of a long dry summer. They are probably watching us all the time.
A visitor to my booth at the plaza arts and crafts fair was telling me she saw one casually resting on a branch
in her big oak tree, ignoring two barking dogs below. Going in the house to fetch a camera, the fox was gone
when she returned. That’s the way they roll. Margie from Red winery Road,(say that like Elmer Fudd) heard a
fox bark for the first time. Hack Hack. It’s more like part bark part hack. She thought it was a bum in the
bushes which I thought was strange since she lives out in the country. In San Francisco it’s fairly pedestrian
to have a bum hacking in the bushes but in Geyserville right out your front door? She does live by the casino.
Anyway, foxes are all the things we think they are; sly, quick witted, lovers of tasty chicken. They also will
bark/hack at you if you’re near their den. When I lived up on the Mill creek ladder one of my ranch hand jobs
was to check the spring-fed water tank and there was a fox that would block the path and bark. I would just throw some rocks at it. (not to hit ) For awhile I was seeing a certain large headed fox on the slope above the
house at night. One night I came home with my two-year old son asleep in the car. I wanted to unload the car before I brought him in, so I grabbed the groceries and I left the door open. When I came back out, just
minutes later, sure enough there was the fox, one foot up in the car sniffing at my toddler. Good thing Rocco
was still strapped in or I wouldn’t be receiving any father’s day cards.
