I thoroughly enjoyed Bing Lin's story about the Princeton Fox, and would like to introduce him to mine. He appeared last October, trotting across the yard from behind the neighbor’s woodpile in broad daylight like he owned the joint to our bird feeders 15 feet from our south-facing dining room windows. I don’t think of foxes as being much interested in birdseed, but he clearly wasn’t after birds. He was looking for stuff on the ground. My Maryland cousin who lives in fox country explained it when I talked to her later. The seed mix I scatter for the ground feeders includes some raisins and dried fruit, which foxes apparently love. He was having a nice mid-morning snack on a sunny fall day.
I thoroughly enjoyed Bing Lin's story about the Princeton Fox, and would like to introduce him to mine. He appeared last October, trotting across the yard from behind the neighbor’s woodpile in broad daylight like he owned the joint to our bird feeders 15 feet from our south-facing dining room windows. I don’t think of foxes as being much interested in birdseed, but he clearly wasn’t after birds. He was looking for stuff on the ground. My Maryland cousin who lives in fox country explained it when I talked to her later. The seed mix I scatter for the ground feeders includes some raisins and dried fruit, which foxes apparently love. He was having a nice mid-morning snack on a sunny fall day.