He sat on the pavement, near a bend in the road.
We hoped he would move quickly as vehicles approached. He did. Off he went into the grass on the side of the road.
My husband tapped on the side of the car and he approached. He expected food. Foxy was wary at first but I stayed by the car door as he approached.
It took seconds for him to realize no food was forthcoming, just the clicking of the camera.
Then he crossed the road.
The red fox was multi-coloured, blond, orange, red, black and gray. The colours blended into each other except on his legs where he wore black tights. Foxy was thin but the fluffy fur hid his size depending on the view you had of him. His face was a study in symmetry, down to the individual hairs, such as the whiskers. This encounter was the closest we had ever been to a fox.
We watched as he checked us out several times before he finally walked away.
