Fox

This morning, Jack and I watched a scrawny looking fox saunter down our street. This makes a nice addition to the coyote my mother saw in the front yard a couple of months ago. Now I'm debating whether each of us is correct. I am not exactly a specialist on coyotes and foxes. Oh yeah, about a year ago, my neighbor, across the street, shot and killed a copperhead. I thought we lived in the suburbs.

After we watched the fox, Jack went and found one of his books that has a fox in it to show me. I didn't even remember that it was in there or I probably would have beat him to it.