A fox scratching itself in a valley below Mt. Tabor, about half an hour after sunrise |
Fox crossing the trail |
More foxes seemed likely. I waited at the crossroads. As long as I stayed fairly still they ignored me, crossing the path, scratching in the sunlight, walking lightly and quickly. One or two actually walked straight at me, head low, staring, close enough that it was easy to see the texture of their gray and brown fur, close enough that it was easy to see
Fox staring at me. Read what you like into its expression. |
Fox scratching by the side of a dirt road |
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