Wake Up Call

At about 5:45 a.m. today, I got an abrupt wake up call. Normally, a scream from outside the window wouldn't be welcome, but this one was. It was the fox. Even flipping on the outside light didn't deter him or her from the patio visit. And, we were wrong. Our visitor isn't a red fox, but a grey fox. After getting a good close look from the window at a distance of about 3 feet, grey fur was clearly visible on the back.

Chicken was the intended target of the morning, but today Jazz (short for Jasmine, our Mississippi-born cat - the others are Alabama natives), messed up the route to breakfast. This scream was a little different than usual. Jazz is, well, not too bright. She got too close for comfort. Bob never approaches the fox; he just holds his position. It wouldn't shock us to know that Jazz wanted a good look at this critter in her yard, nor would she be shy in approaching it. The fox was having none of it, though. After a good scream, Jazz backed off, the fox got its meal and then headed off to parts unknown before daybreak.