Harry Belafonte recorded this song many years ago:
A fox went out on a chilly night,
Prayed for the moon to give him light,
He’d many a mile to go that night before he reached the Town-O
He’d many a mile to go that night before he reached the Town-O.
That song that whizzed through my mind when I looked out of the window and saw a fox. But this was no chilly night, and he was not searching for any Town-O. This was a hot July afternoon, and rather than reaching the Town-O, he reached my front yard.
Foxy was comfortably resting on a spot on the front lawn. Then he yawned, got up and walked to the red maple tree in front of our house and started digging. His foxy memory remembered that he had buried a foxalicious treat right there, so he dug it up and started gnawing on it. Finally sated from his snack, he picked it up and started digging another hole, buried the food, and scratched dirt over it.
That evening, we saw him sauntering across our stone patio in the back yard. He stopped in front of the stone wall protecting the Koi pond. Whish! That’s how fast the malicious varmint leapt up on the ledge of the stone wall. Unfortunately for him, that’s also how fast he fell off. He wasn’t able to reach high enough to remain on the ledge, so he missed out on his chance to scoop the water and pull out a delicious seafood dinner.
Although we do not permit Fox-fishing, hunting by Foxes or Fox Koi thievery on our property, now we wait, hoping the Fox has forgotten about our house, hoping he won’t come back and hoping he doesn’t grab one of our Koi next try.