Kojo Baidoo
An Afternoon with Mama Fox
At CCBC Catonsville, there is a female fox who has been around for quite a while. My piano instructor has always claimed about encountering her every Saturday morning, but I have never been able to see her... at least, until this afternoon. As I walked up a hill after a futile afternoon of birding in the forest, the fox surprised me by sauntering up about ten feet away and simply laying down. Why there, you might ask? I looked down toward a clearing, and there were three kits roughhousing in the mud. That sure explains everything...
An Afternoon with Mama Fox
At CCBC Catonsville, there is a female fox who has been around for quite a while. My piano instructor has always claimed about encountering her every Saturday morning, but I have never been able to see her... at least, until this afternoon. As I walked up a hill after a futile afternoon of birding in the forest, the fox surprised me by sauntering up about ten feet away and simply laying down. Why there, you might ask? I looked down toward a clearing, and there were three kits roughhousing in the mud. That sure explains everything...