I love foxes, too. Once, in West Virginia, when I was mowing hay at twilight, a fox followed me around and around the field, pouncing on mice and rats as I uncovered their nests. Quite an opportunist!
Now, in Georgia, I listen to the "conversations" at night and marvel at their ability to change colors all through the year, from red to black and then back to red again. There was a spell last spring when I would get up in the morning around 4:00 or 5:00 and go out to see if my mares had had their foals. A couple of times I saw foxes and once, I got very close to where they were apprently sleeping and I heard them hissing at me, kind of like a cat. Annie
