This little fellow has been quite elusive, I have wanted pictures of him for a while, but he usually trots off before I'm ready. Not so this time. He was just finished with his lunch, a mouse he dug up in the snow. ( photo / image / picture from Calomaar's Garden ) ( photo / image / picture from Calomaar's Garden ) ( photo / image / picture from Calomaar's Garden )
I agree with Droopy. You post the most amazing little critters and visitors. Thanks Tom for sharing another...pic of the month :?: :?: :?:
Due to the fact that they kill my Mom's hens, I'm not the biggest fox fan. But there's no denying that they look amazing. Great photos Tom.
I'm another with a love/hate relationship with foxy, but he is a stunner and looks gorgeous with the snowy backdrop.
Fantastic shots Tom! I love to see the Fox's around here, but haven't seen any for a while. Perhaps that is because the Coyote sightings are getting more frequent?
We're lucky enough to have foxes around here but no-one that keeps chickens. Superb photographs Tom!!
Very nice shots, Tom. I like looking at these lovely beasts. They have a different look in their eyes than dogs do to me. This animal's coat looks healthy and I guess that he is an adept hunter. Better keep your chook locked-up when he's around.
Sometimes there are sights, sounds, smells, or whatever, that bring back a flood of old memories. Here is one for me. When I was but a mere lad, my dad was an avid fan of Burl Ives music. In the evening after dinner, he would get out the old Victrola and place the old 78 record on it and sit there and enjoy Burl Ives. He had 3 or 4 albums, each consisting of 3 or 4 records. Of coarce he had his favorites, and played them more often than the others. I remember tunes such as The Blue Tailed Fly, The Big Rock Candy Mountain, Old Dan Tucker, Funny Way of Laughing, and among many many others,and The Fox. Well this series of pictures brought the memories of that old tune back into my head. But, I couldn't remember the words, just enough to make me curious. So I went on the web, and found a site that lists the lyrics to thousands of old tunes, and I found them for The Fox. So now I have been sitting here singing that old song to myself, and feeling that rush of old memories. Dad smoked a pipe, and used a very distinctive tobacco. The room sometimes was blue with the smoke from his pipe. As I sit here writing this I can even smell that wonderful memory filled smoke from his pipe. What a rush this whole thing has been for me. Oh, and here are those lyrics if your interested. Burl Ives - The Fox The fox went out on a chilly night, He prayed for the moon to give him light, For he'd many a mile to go that night, Before he reached the town-o, town-o, town-o, He'd many a mile to go that night, Before he reached the town-o. He ran til he came to a great big pen, Where the ducks and the geese were put therein, "A couple of you will grease my chin, Before I leave this town-o, town-o, town-o, A couple of you will grease my chin, Before I leave this town-o." He grabbed the gray goose by the neck, Throwed a duck across his back, He didn't mind their quack, quack, quack, And their legs a-dangling down-o, down-o, down-o, He didn't mind their quack, quack, quack, And their legs a-dangling down-o. Then old Mother Flipper-Flopper jumped out of bed, Out of the window she cocked her head, Crying, "John, John! The gray goose is gone, And the fox is on the town-o, town-o, town-o!" Crying, "John, John! The gray goose is gone, And the fox is on the town-o!" Then John, he went to the top of the hill, Blowed his horn both loud and shrill, The fox he said, "I better flee with my kill, Or they'll soon be on my trail-o, trail-o, trail-o!" The fox he said, "I better flee with my kill, Or they'll soon be on my trail-o!" He ran till he came to his cozy den, There were the little ones, eight, nine, ten, They said, "Daddy, better go back again, 'Cause it must be a mighty fine town-o, town-o, town-o!" They said, "Daddy, better go back again, 'Cause it must be a mighty fine town-o! Then the fox and his wife without any strife, Cut up the goose with a fork and knife, They never had such a supper in their life, And the little ones chewed on the bones-o, bones-o, bones-o, They never had such a supper in their life, And the little ones chewed on the bones-o. Thanks for sharing my trip back into time some 55 years ago. Tom
That's great, Tom. I love hearing other people's memories... reminds me of sitting up late with my aunts and cousins reminiscing.
Great pics and wonderful story to go with them. My grandaddy Charlton smoked a pipe and your story brought back the memory of rooms filled with blue smoke! I remembered the smell as well while reading your story...he smoked cherry flavored tobacco oddly I loved the smell but hated the actual smoke.
