I actually had a close encounter of the foxy kind this evening, heading out to the store.

What looked like a fairly young one was trotting down the middle of the side street, right in front of a car which had just turned in. Lucky the driver seemed to be paying decent attention.

Anyway, that went on for about half a block before Foxy decided to take their chances turning into our parking area within a few feet of me standing there. I stayed still and said hello, but they really were not interested in hanging around. (What a surprise.)

Haven’t seen one that close up in a while, at least since that last one came exploring through the back door one night over the summer. And promptly got chased back down the hall and out the door by Feist 😾 The one earlier must have really wanted away from that car to dash into our garden.