Meet Foxy !

I first met Foxy this summer while I was lying on my back underneath a vehicle adjusting it's brakes. I could smell the musky odour of an animal and I turned my head slightly to the right and there he was....sitting on his haunches at my shoulder, with his nose just inches from my face. I will never forget looking into his amber eyes as he just sat there and watched me. I said "no" to him and I rolled away to my left and he got up and ran off to my right.

Since then, he's been here a few times, getting quite a reputation as he hangs out at campfires just waiting for the opportunity for a hot dog! He actually jumped up onto a picnic table and took a whole bag of wieners into the bush where he devoured just under a dozen of them.

These pictures were taken this past week as he followed me around the property - looking for a snack. Turns out he likes peanuts in a shell in addition to wieners, bird suet, and uncooked venison scraps. What's really amazing is that he seems to know the name "Foxy" and will come when called.....just like a dog!

But he's not a dog and not a pet. I don't think he's dangerous, but I do remain careful!

And it's really all about the food!