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Article Contributed on: 11/21/2006 2:57:49 PM
I don't know whether this critter is a boy or a girl. It doesn't matter.
The fox has a distinct path he-she follows from the street, along the fence line through the backyard, through a hole in the backyard fence and up the hill to the neighbors behind us.
My firstborn says the fox is either stalking his pet chihuahua, or the fox justs wants to be friends with the pet chihuahua.
He has concluded this because he says often when he takes the pet chihuahua outdoors for ob vious reasons, the fox is waiting there in the backyard, or sitting close to the front steps.
"He was just sitting there," said firstborn.
"I think he wants to play," he added.
I wrote a story once about the fox farms that used to be an industry in Evergreen. The couple I talked to lived on a big area near El Rancho and grew up raising foxes in the 1930s. They worked hard, and talked about the neighbors who also raised foxes, but were wiley when it came to observing fencelines. The people were wiley. The foxes were in their fox pens.
This family raised foxes to be sold as fur. It was during a fur time. Furs were popular. The man I talked to told me a fox kills by grabbing the neck of whatever critter it decides to attack. But he also said, he was never attacked or bothered by these furry canines. When I asked him how they killed the foxes he told me, but made me swear never to tell. He said it wasn't painful.