A Fox

Luke and I joined his Uncle Matt and cousin Jonathan in a trip to a park this evening. A park farther from our house.

As dusk approached, we saw a fox!

He didn't get too close, but he saw us and we saw him. Matt saw him first, I think. He had come up over a little hill and into the field on the far side of the playground. He must have come through someone's yard, because across the street were only houses (no woods or anything). Someone at the park said he once had foxes living under his bushes for a while. (Yikes!)

Being concerned, I came home and did some research. Here's what the the Humane Society says:

People are sometimes surprised to learn that foxes live in their neighborhoods, but there's almost never any cause for concern. Foxes are not dangerous to humans, except when rabid, and fox rabies are rare in most places.

Good to know. Their only advice is to keep your cats indoors, and protect your chickens and rabbits.

I was surprised at how small and scrawny he looked. Kind of starved and sickly looking, with very short hair. At best he was half the size of our dog (who wasn't present). As it turns out, all foxes are that small or smaller.