I had the good fortune to come across mr fox while riding my bike on the trail earlier today.
I was deep in thought, only paying enough attention to not run into anybody/thing, when I saw a flash of orange.
I quickly realized it may have been a fox, so slammed on the brakes and took a look around.
There, maybe 30 yards ahead of me, was another fox, just about to jump into the bushes.
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I clicked my tongue at him, told him not to be scared and asked if I could get closer for a picture. He froze (my dr doolittle act worked?) while I continued chattering and moving forward until I was about 10 yards away.
He then disappeared into the bushes, following the first one.
I recall there was some concern about a rabid fox earlier this year. I’m confident this one is not. He was afraid, not friendly, but curious. He kept a very close eye on me, and was ready to bolt. Based on the timing of my photos, he stuck around for exactly 47 seconds.
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