Update on the Fox!

For a while I thought perhaps we had lost 'our' fox as the stock dog, Bob, drug in a pretty dessicated fox carcass about 3 weeks ago.  I had not seen the fox hunting in front of the house in quite a while so I thought........................

Then about a week ago, the dogs started having an evening ruckus every night about 9 pm.  Oh, I thought, the fox is back.

And sure nuff, he was as I saw him yesterday sitting by his apparently favorite prairie dog hole, patiently waiting for said varmit to pop up and become a meal.  I really don't know how many he has caught.

I was glad to see him!  I suppose the carcass the dog drug in was probably a relative, perhaps one of his kits.

Red foxes range throughout North America.  They are a fairly common sight here on our place.  I can absolutely guarantee you the cutest thing you will EVER see is one of these:

Red Fox kit

Kits are very playful and we have watched quite a few litters being raised on our place.  It's really fun to watch them wrestle and play with their siblings.   One time while riding we came across two kits who had obviously strayed from their mom.   Tony was scolding them and they would cock their ears and heads as though trying to grasp what he was saying.  TOO cute!

In Wyoming, you are allowed to capture and keep red foxes as pets.  I cringe whenever I see one as it was certainly captured as a young kit.   They never become very domesticated and most eventually escape to the wild.   Hunting is a skill that is learned from their parents.  So that escaped fox probably is doomed to a horrible death by starvation.   I wish the game and fish would end the practice of allowing them to be kept as pets.

Foxes have been the subject of literature in the US for a long time.  Who can forget Uncle Remus and his Brer Fox and Brer Rabbit tales from 1881?

We've really had no other wildlife visits this winter other than our resident 'Brer Fox' and the usual troupes of deer and antelope.   We've not seen the elk for quite some time so they must be somewhere else this winter.

The phrase "Wyoming Wildlife - Worth the Watching" is certainly true!  One of the great perks of living in the country.

A Wyoming Winter Visitor

The cold continues at 60 miles North of Nowhere.  A whopping ZERO this morning at 8 a.m.  But at least this morning the wind has abated.  Instead of 40 mph it's only 9 mph which seems like nothing.  Last night when I went to bed the wind was clipping along indicating a new front was moving in.  I guess the cold was the new front as the wind is out of the north instead of the usual southwest.

I've read accounts of how the wind would drive people insane in frontier Wyoming.  I believe it.  It's darn near had me there a time or two.

One of the perks of living here is the wildlife and now we have somewhat of a mystery on our hands.

I first became aware of our winter visitor when Bob, the stock dog, began throwing barking fits in the morning.  When I went to investigate, I found this:

Can you spot the visitor in this photo?

Oh here he is!

A fox! He was sitting intently watching for prairie dogs to devour. Hey Bud,

 I wish you great success. Eat all you can.

I think he is a red fox as he is unusually large for a fox. Isn't he beautiful!!!

We also have swift foxes in Wyoming but they are smaller and because he 

is larger and red, I believe he is a red fox (Vulpes vulpes). It took me a

couple of tries to get a photo of him. I had to be sneaky because as soon as

 I stepped outside, he would look over his shoulder at me and move into the 

drainage ditch behind him in the photos. 

He didn't seem very afraid though. The dog did not bother him at all.

Maybe just camera shy? He visited quite regularly for a couple of

weeks but now seems to have moved on to better hunting grounds.

Several years ago, one of the stock dogs, Brookie, would play regularly 

with a young fox. She would chase it, then it would chase her. This

went on for the course of a summer. Since the dog does not bother

this guy, we are wondering if this is the fox who used to play with

the dogs? A mystery we probably will never solve.