I’ve always had a love for foxes, and last night, for a brief moment, there was one just a few feet outside my window. I’m guilty of putting a little pile of catfood and some table scraps on the ground with the birdseed in the evenings, now that the bears are asleep (most of the time). A small calico cat and a black cat both come by from time to time (probably when their owners let them out for the night), but my more


interesting visitors have been one fat old possum and two raccoons.

Last night, I happened to check out the window just at the right moment. An exquisitely marked gray fox was stealing the bits of a stale peanut butter sandwich, collecting pieces in its mouth and trotting into the woods and away from the back door light. Since the ground is snow-covered and the moon was bright, I could see he didn’t go very far. He made three trips – two to clean up whatever was on the feeder that he liked, and the third to check it out and be sure he got everything before he continued on his way, up and over the hill and out of sight.

Now obviously, the photos here are not the winter visitor from last night. These were taken in Kentucky, through the kitchen window, with a film camera, so they aren’t that clear. They are gray foxes that visited another feeder, and I think I wrote about them in a post somewhere.


I think what amazes me each time I see a gray fox, is their size. They aren’t much bigger than a house cat. Delicate, with small feet and quick movements. These photos are of summer foxes, but the one last night was in full winter coat, and just stunning!

People seldom hear foxes barking anymore in NJ, though my son did call me one day a few weeks ago to describe what he later determined, by listening to recordings on the web, was a fox. As a child in northwestern NJ, I grew up with foxes barking almost every night. They have a raspy voice, and I would lie awake in my bed at night, following the sound of the foxes as they hunted the woods and fields around our house.

My parents bought 125 acres in 1950. All of our relatives were from the city, and most of them would come to the country on Sundays. On one Sunday the talk turned to foxes. The city folks did not believe we had foxes in the woods, so my oldest brother, an avid hunter, took his fox call and his gun and brought one home to prove it. I remember going into the barn and finding his pile of fox ears, waiting to be turned in for the bounty. I would cry over them, and apologize for my brother’s stupidity. That was in the mid-1950s, and both the farm and my brother have moved on. Now he’s terrorizing fish in Rhode Island. Today, I have no tolerance for hunting – and a love for foxes, especially ones that still have their ears.

Perhaps we don’t hear them so much anymore because we are so engrossed in our televisions, computers, iPods, and other electronic noise that people don’t lie awake at night and listen to Nature.

What made me go to the window last night at just the right moment, I can’t say, but the meeting of that little fox, the brief moment of eye contact and acceptance, is a gift I will treasure. It reminds me that no matter how crazy things are today, the foxes of my childhood still come out of the shadows at night, and in that small moment, all is right with the world. Life is good.


11 Responses to “Fox!”

  1. mon@rch Says:

    How exciting and I am surprised that i have never seen a fox in my back yard! I seem to get everything else! Thanks for sharing!

  2. swamp4me Says:

    I love to hear foxes barking, too. We had one in the garden one night that was barking at a dog. The dog was raiding the compost pile and the fox considered it her compost pile. The dog was not intimidated however.

  3. Lynne at Hasty Brook Says:

    I’ve never heard a fox bark but thanks to the internet was able to find and listen to the sound. I saw a gorgeous red fox hunting along side the freeway near home in December. What a beautiful little animal. Thanks for sharing your special moment.

  4. Tom Says:

    I’ve never seen a gray fox but it looks like you have had several encounters with them. The shots from Kentucky are very nice. I wouldn’t have known they were shot with a windy…a little adjustment of the contrast and you wouldn’t be able to tell there was glass between you and the creature.


  5. scienceguy288 Says:

    I’ve never seen a fox either. I feel so sorry for them for all of the persecution when we killed them for killing hens.

  6. KGMom Says:

    Oh lucky you–I totally agree with you in not tolerating destruction of such wondrous creatures.

  7. carolyn hoffman Says:

    I love to hear foxes bark. i had a pair of red fox that I saw regularly all summer long. when they would start barking, the dogs often chimed in, too. That was pretty funny.

    Carolyn H.

  8. Giddy Says:

    We have red foxes on our property so we don’t let our cats run outside. They would make tasty dinners for the foxes.

  9. obi4240 Says:

    Giddy – I doubt very much that a fox would be able to injure a cat, or even be interested in a cat at all. Coyotes, maybe, not red or gray foxes. They are more interested in mice and moles and aren’t much bigger than a cat themselves.

    Thanks everyone for the comments on the fox. Glad you enjoyed the post.

  10. Marvin Says:

    We have foxes, but I’ve never seen one — except as roadkill. 😦

  11. bob Says:

    Speaking as a one-time lad from the country, foxes are lovely in their natural habitat. But in SW London there are hundreds of them – the new army of urban foxes – and in one respect they’re a darn nuisance. Sorry.
    I hit this website hoping for a clue / solution to our recent problem – foxes waking us up with their barking at any time of night. (For the last three nights it has always been roughly 1 – 2-30 a.m, although I can hear them barking now at 11-30.)
    I’ve always liked to see them as they’ve become an increasingly common sight in our streets and gardens over the past 20 years or so – sloping around after dark, caring less and less about being seen, and becoming almost domesticated. The odd tipped-up dustbin hasn’t been a problem.
    But this nocturnal barking in our area is something quite new. Is it seasonal, mating-related, might it stop after a certain period of time?
    Does it indicate a nearby lair?
    It’s certainly a heck of a nuisance.
    Any experts?
    Thank you.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: