Last week-end John was up early, watching the sun coming up, savoring a cup of hot coffee. Suddenly he called us to come quick.
Our little fox was curled up, sleeping beneath the lilac bush.
While we watched a careless squirrel came racing down a branch of the pine tree, chattering loudly enough to wake up the sleeping fox, who stretched, turned, and suddenly, alertly sat very quietly. I think he thought his breakfast had been delivered.
The squirrel, however, was careless, not stupid. As soon as he saw the fox moving he stopped and sat stone still.
The fox watched awhile, stretched a bit more, and eventually turned and trotted down the fencerow.
Then the squirrel relaxed, and went chattering back up the pine tree.