Where the wild things are

I took Ginger outside this morning at around 9 and was astounded to see a fox hanging out in the front yard of the house that is catty corner to us. I raced to grab my camera and zipped back outside just in time to see him take off:




I walked down the street and found him lurking in the backyard. Thanks to the shakiness of my hands from all the excitement and the excessive amount of zoom, this looks like a photograph of Bigfoot's dog, but I promise you that it is a fox:



On my way back in, I snapped a shot of our groundhog George:



We like to say that George is outstanding in his field.