Look at that pretty tail.
Just the other day, Husband came in from pruning our rosemary bush up on the street (see previous post concerning pruning shears) and reported that a fox had just walked past him and down the path that runs near the side of our house. We live on the edge of a regional park, and whereas it's not completely unusual to see a fox now and then, it is completely unusual to see one walking down the street in broad day light. Husband said it looked thin and mangy.
Last night I went out to our patio to take a quick soak in our hot tub before getting in bed and almost ran into a retreating opossum. I didn't realize what it was up to until I almost stepped on something that wasn't there before while unlocking the cover of the tub. I ran in the house to get a flashlight and confirmed that there was the fox Husband had seen the day before. Seems that opossum had been busy chewing the ear off the fox. I didn't know they did that.
The little fox was very dead, and we covered it up with a blanket to keep other animals away from it in the night. I could hear someone rustling around in the bushes, so I submerged myself in the hot tub like a hippo, with just my eyes above water, and waited to see if that opossum would dare return. It didn't.
Animal control is coming later today to take my fox away. What a pretty little thing it must have been in its salad days. What a sad end to come to on my patio.