The Fox and the Howl

Well, it was more of a raspy chirp-scream, or a "meow-bark," as Mr. Do called it.

Can you guess who's back?





















After determining it was not my cat Captain Shorty, who has been known to emit hoarse noises in the middle of the night, mostly calling attention to flashing lights, I looked out every window to find the culprit. I finally took one last look out the window above my bed, just as the fox passed.
Unfortunately, it was 4 am when we were subjected to this auditory treat. It sounded a lot like call number three here. A little disturbing, right?
This morning I found no bird or rabbit corpses or holes and scat like before, but I smelled the distinct odor of fox in the garden. I guess that will save me the cost of rabbit repellent, but I may need to replenish my supply of ear plugs.