For the third time I have seen Gray Foxes at this spot, a ledge carved by high water last year over the river with a stand of willows providing some cover, but allowing morning sun to come through.

This time there was just one, sound asleep. She didn’t notice me arrive, she was so deeply asleep, and as I took my seat in my usual hiding place I watched her in between looking at Common Yellowthroats and Willow Flycatchers hunting bugs in the willows below her by the water.

The temperature change at the sun’s disappearance seemed to trigger her waking up.







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