So moving on - after realizing it wasn't a coyote, I grabbed my camera, pulled Anna to the sliding glass door and we marveled at this beauty for a while. She pranced in the yard while crossing to the meadow, where I am assuming she lives. Speaking of poop, for someone that didn't have a dad that hunted, I amazingly am able to tell a lot about animals from poop. Well, more than the average housewife I'd say. Must've been those good classes at summer camp. Hudson and I have noticed many different animals that habitate in the meadow - but I never imagined a fox.
She stopped and looked at us looking at her and then began her journey back to her den. I like to think she was going back there to love on her adorable litter of little ones. But that's just the mama in me. Yup, I'm a foxy lady - and so is Anna.