Sunday, December 4, 2016

There is One

When the darkness comes there are 11 gray foxes that come to eat. I know there are 11 because I've had 11 in a row come in for a hot dog one right after the other and several times I've seen 11 sets of eyes out front of the lodge when it's feeding time. There is one, a young one, that comes during the day. So often in fact that the birds don't fly away when it approaches and the white-tailed antelope squirrels don't sound the alarm and they don't run. It's front left leg is either broken or deformed of some type but whatever the issue, it's unusable. When it walks normally it carries the leg along helplessly or when it reaches down to eat bird or sunflower seeds it walks on it's knee. It's so painful just watching it.

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