“Foxy Mama”
“Foxy Mama” Once in awhile I catch a glimpse of a fox darting across our country road, or peering out from a row of weeds. I always feel privileged to spot one, though if I was raising chickens I might … Continued
“Foxy Mama” Once in awhile I catch a glimpse of a fox darting across our country road, or peering out from a row of weeds. I always feel privileged to spot one, though if I was raising chickens I might … Continued