From time to time a small fox sleeps under a small roof overhang outside the clerestory window above my bathroom. It always comes toward daybreak and stays until noon. I can’t figure out how it climbs up on the roof but I don’t chase it away like the family of raccoons that came a few months ago. I had begun to wonder how the little fox was doing and was pleased to see it today.
Little fox, little fox, you have blessed my house today. Fox says, I have found a sweet place to rest.
In Maryland, a beautiful fox frequently ran across our back yard. Ahh!