A colleague brought his three small boys out to see the foxes last night, and they (the boys, not the foxes) kept looking through their binoculars hoping to see something other than a solitary fox just sitting there. Just as we all turned to go, though, things got exciting: another fox arrived, and another and another, and they sat there on the rock playing and posing. Do they know how cute they are?
Now others want to bring their kids to come out fox-watching, which is fine with me. Do you think I ought to put up bleachers and a concession stand, maybe plop some porta-potties in the meadow and charge admission?
Nah. Fun this priceless ought to be free.
1 comment:
I wish I were close enough to come see them! They're beautiful!
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