Remember when I spotted this adorable fox kit in our woods back in May?
Here he is all grown up, napping and grooming himself in the back yard:
We call all the foxes, “Fuzzy,” admire their long black stockings, and continue to train each generation to recognize Len’s voice announcing their supper. This fellow has a penchant for puppy biscuits, baby back ribs, and smoked turkey, though a chicken carcass remains his absolute favorite.
Have a good weekend. Fuzzy wants you to have a nap. ☺