As soon as one gets comfortable with these weekends, BAM Monday sneaks in again. I don't think I'll ever embrace Monday, and it's even harder when it's cold out. As much as I do enjoy winter's beauty, I'll still take spring and summer. But don't let these cool pictures fright you, there is some warmth here too!
I will say, if I could have a fox as a pet, I would be overjoyed!!!!! I imagine they could really snuggle and keep one warm. I wonder if Buster would like a fox as a companion?
I'd be careful of Buster and the fox ... he might make a stole out of it!
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That deer picture with black bird is amazing!
ReplyDeleteI have become so acclimated to the weather in the Southwest I wonder if I would survive a winter like this. It is all very beautiful to look at, though.
ReplyDeleteThis is why were getting all this snow, your tempting the snow queen!
ReplyDeleteThose are some amazing pictures. We're getting snow, but it's in the higher elevations. The rest of us are getting treated to rain.
ReplyDeleteI'm actually quite thrilled it's Monday. I'm doing a side project all day where I can listen to music and not be disturbed. It's also the beginning of the end of my current job. I start the new one in two weeks.
My friend in Colorado has a fox cross her lower deck every morning. With snow she can see the paw prints. Up early enough she gets to see the fox.
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ReplyDeleteIf you talk to old country people where I grew up you'd discover that in their day, and in earlier days than theirs, the fox had an unalluring reputation. The fox was grudgingly respected for its cunning but despised, perhaps even feared, as a ruthless killer. It would come in the night to their hen houses, and take a chicken for food. Not that that's what disgusted the country dwellers. After all it's no more than they do! The fox, however, would not content itself with one death. It would kill every hen in the henhouse before making off with its one or two hen meal. Next morning the owner of the hens would discover, when she came to let her flock out for the day, that a blood bath had taken place. Country people inclined to blame an innate wickedness in the fox, an attitude which survives to this day: modern animal behaviourists suggest the fox is eliminating noise which might alert the hen keeper; or possibly the fox is instinctively securing a food supplly he or she will return to.
ReplyDeleteA fox would rip your throat out. I don't think they can be tamed.
ReplyDeleteI love fox too, my favorite animal. I remember your pictures you captured from summer. Did you not come head to head? Beautiful post!
ReplyDeleteFoxes are irredeemably wild, but maybe you could find an effigy of Basil Brush to cuddle. Do you get on with pussycats?
ReplyDeleteMistress Borghese, beautiful pics indeed. I love the fox.
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