"Fox" vs. Fox Newly Updated
Ok, I have been told that we have foxes in the immediate vicinity of the house. My mother saw one once. My father has sees one every once in a while, but I have never gotten to see one. It's been years and I had sort of given up hope.
Recently, a poo war has started within the last few weeks between Tosca and something roughly Tosca's size (judging from what I've been picking up) in a part of our front yard. I had been thinking it was one of our neighbors being rude and piggish and not picking up after their pet, but tonight I may have found my culprit. About a half hour ago, Tosca and I when for our nightly walk and just after she made her evening deposit and did her usual victory dance that follows these thing something sounded off.
At first I thought that it may be the dog (lab/pit mix) that the boarding facility down the street lost (yes, LOST! Idiots.) a couple days ago who, we were told, does not like other dogs. Isn't that lovely - Tosca doesn't like other dogs either and would be on the war path if one randomly gave her a problem on her turf completely oblivious to the obvious size difference. Needless to say I've been on the alert, but with trying to start a business I've also been preoccupied and I forgot to buy batteries for our walk flashlight and we had to go out without it tonight. I figured the outdoor lights were enough for Tosca to do her thing by.
When I heard this thing yowling at us (rather angrily I thought) it was very close behind us and I couldn't see it at all. I didn't know what or where exactly it was. I felt what little color there is in my face drain from it - bad reaction, I know - and Tosca picked right up on it, puffed out, and charged into the black stopped only by me locking her retractable leash which is thankfully rated for a dog nearly double her weight. See would've been upset in I hadn't been scared but I know it didn't help. Anyway I give the leash a tug and start talking loudly to Tosca and whatever was out there as I quickly made for the relative safety of our well lit driveway. And I walked quickly keeping and eye on the bristling, yodeling, multi-colored fur-clad, ball of hellfire behind me, I started to think that I'd heard that sound before and now knew that it wasn't a dog, but I wasn't sure and still didn't want to risk a fight in the dark. When I got in, hellfire in tow, I went on YouTube and found the sound. It was one of the foxes I've been hearing about for ages. So I still haven't seen one, but one told me off. This is a video of the sound plus one I just thought was cute.
Recently, a poo war has started within the last few weeks between Tosca and something roughly Tosca's size (judging from what I've been picking up) in a part of our front yard. I had been thinking it was one of our neighbors being rude and piggish and not picking up after their pet, but tonight I may have found my culprit. About a half hour ago, Tosca and I when for our nightly walk and just after she made her evening deposit and did her usual victory dance that follows these thing something sounded off.
At first I thought that it may be the dog (lab/pit mix) that the boarding facility down the street lost (yes, LOST! Idiots.) a couple days ago who, we were told, does not like other dogs. Isn't that lovely - Tosca doesn't like other dogs either and would be on the war path if one randomly gave her a problem on her turf completely oblivious to the obvious size difference. Needless to say I've been on the alert, but with trying to start a business I've also been preoccupied and I forgot to buy batteries for our walk flashlight and we had to go out without it tonight. I figured the outdoor lights were enough for Tosca to do her thing by.
When I heard this thing yowling at us (rather angrily I thought) it was very close behind us and I couldn't see it at all. I didn't know what or where exactly it was. I felt what little color there is in my face drain from it - bad reaction, I know - and Tosca picked right up on it, puffed out, and charged into the black stopped only by me locking her retractable leash which is thankfully rated for a dog nearly double her weight. See would've been upset in I hadn't been scared but I know it didn't help. Anyway I give the leash a tug and start talking loudly to Tosca and whatever was out there as I quickly made for the relative safety of our well lit driveway. And I walked quickly keeping and eye on the bristling, yodeling, multi-colored fur-clad, ball of hellfire behind me, I started to think that I'd heard that sound before and now knew that it wasn't a dog, but I wasn't sure and still didn't want to risk a fight in the dark. When I got in, hellfire in tow, I went on YouTube and found the sound. It was one of the foxes I've been hearing about for ages. So I still haven't seen one, but one told me off. This is a video of the sound plus one I just thought was cute.
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They can be a vector for rabies and mange (at least, here they have been), so tell Tosca don't be a hero!
eek! careful walking you guys!
I have had a few instances of meeting foxes on our walks. They always kept a safe distance but would "talk" to my dogs.
Be careful. But take pictures if you do see one please.
I'm not positive but I think I saw a Coyote yesterday morning. A Coyote in the neighborhood would explain the slaughtered baby deer I came upon one morning last week.
I think it's interesting that the Fox is trying to mark territory in your yard.
Those foxes on the trampoline are really cute.
He just walked on by, glanced at me and kept walking. It was pretty cool.
We do not have too many foxes around here, but we do have coyote. And they are rather brazen, walking around through neighborhoods instead of staying in the rural areas and parks. Just another reason why the pups are rarely outside alone.
"*munches on popcorn* and on the next episode of "fox" vs fox..."
you forgot to add
"Tonight on FOX..."
I'm not sure what could ward the fox off, but you really don't want them marking in your yard. You just never know what they can carry, parasites etc.
and those foxes on the trampoline are SO cute! >_<
I won't even get into how yucked out I am by people breeding and selling foxes like that.
love the jumping foxes, hate the foxselling guy, and the dead racoon!!!
Last night Tosca and I were inside last night and we heard that creepy fox cry again only in sounded "smaller" like a juvenile. I think there's a den somewhere on our property. That might explain the moodiness of the fox we startled. Now I want to see one.
Tosca really had to go, so I got up early and took her for a walk. We had just left the driveway and turned a corner and about 25 feet away, silhouetted against the very beginnings of a rosy sunrise, was a very well-fed looking fox crossing the road. It stopped and so did we and just watched each other for a minute and then the fox continued across the road, heading for the dense brush behind mine and my neighbors homes. After 12.5 years here, I've finally seen my first local fox.