Much to my delight, we've had several fox visitors in our yard this summer. This particular fellow has been the friendliest so far. He lets me follow him around with my camera in exchange for bowls of crunchy cat food.
We leave a bowl of food and water out by the garden to entice them to visit. The kids will be jumping on the trampoline and when they spot a fox, they come running into the house to tell me.
"Mom! The foxes are back!" I immediately drop what I'm doing, grab my camera and dart outside.
Our cats don't seem to be too concerned with the foxes. Sometimes weird noises wake me in the night and when I peek out my bedroom window I'll see one of my cats sitting in the driveway and one or two foxes sitting opposite on the road. Looks like they're having a little meeting of sorts. Discussing territorial boundaries probably.
I feel fortunate to have this gorgeous creature trust me enough to get so close to him.
For the longest time, I've only ever caught quick glimpses of the foxes as they run past my yard or dart out into the field across the street.
Now, they hang out in my garden and come to say hello every day.