Sommer Gardens / Sunday, December 16, 2007 / Categories: Ramblings The Fox and The Hound Actually it wasn't the fox and the hound, it was the fox and my dog Inga. I apologize for the dead animal picture, but this is what I encountered while I was out spraying for pests on Saturday morning. I heard the ruckus in the wee hours of the morning, but I had no idea what was shaking down outside. We've had red foxes around our house as far back as I can remember. Usually I spot them late at night when I am returning home from the office. I'll spot them as they scurry across the road dashing into the brush. This summer I had a close encounter during daytime when a fox came within 10 feet of me while I was working on my plants. It wasn't afraid of me at all and just sort of looked at me quizzically and meandered back into the brush.Inga is the most laid-back dog around and it is hard to imagine that she is a killer. She is a cat friendly dog and has experienced the loss of at least two cats since I've had her. Maybe that's why she took care of the fox? A few years back I had a problem with disappearing cats/kittens and I always figured the culprit was either a fox or an alligator. When you look at the teeth this fox was sporting it is easy to see how a cat/kitten would make a nice meal.Later that afternoon I prepared a grave for the fox and buried it. I almost had to battle a buzzard for the carcass. Man those birds act fast! I always plant a living thing on top of a dead animal grave so I readied the the grave for one of my brugmansia seedlings. I have at least a dozen seedlings that will be blooming for the first time this week and one of them will earn top honors as a living tombstone for this poor old red fox. Pods, pods, and more pods! Better with age Print Rate this article: No rating 6544 Tags:Brugmansiagravered fox