I subscribe to Hourly Fox on Twitter. A great many photos are shot at nighttime in a big city that I’ve always identified as London.
The only pics I don’t like are of fennecs (they just look evil) and one or more women who dress up and pose with them. They’re wild animals, not props. Likewise not crazy about keeping them as pets, but I’m not as offended by them.
I came home from work one day at 3 pm to find a red fox sitting in our yard. I pulled into the garage and secured our dogs. When I went outside the fox stood up and began slowly stalking me.
I ran inside and found my shotgun. I took the fox to the department of agriculture and they found it was rabid.
Heh, actually I circled around the animal so I had a safe backdrop, then aimed my 16 gauge pump at his hind 1/4s. I did a good job preserving the skull/brain which is what the lab needs.
Every bit of this post is foreign to me as an urban dweller.
We occasionally see red foxes in NJ and it’s always a cool thing.
I wouldn’t think twice about the time of day of seeing the fox. I wouldn’t think to secure the dogs. It would be weird if I saw it stalking me. No shotgun to grab, and it wouldn’t occur to me to do so.
Finally, if I had dispatched a fox, I wouldn’t even imagine taking it to the department of agriculture (ewww… it’s probably covered in ticks! And do I just put it in a black trash bag?).
My worry would be that I would get there and they would tell me I had hunted fox outside of the official season (probably an arcane schedule that rivals the formula for calculating the date of Easter) and I would be jailed for twenty years.
No arguments here! It’s just something that is way off my radar.
Around here, I am more concerned about two-legged mammals acting in a way that is very unusual.
Having never seen an actual feed sack in my life, I have a silly image in my mind of an irate Depression-era woman giving you a piece of her mind about the waste–she wouldn’t be able to make a feed sack dress out of it!
(though I suspect the fancy feed sack fabrics went out of vogue in the 40’s)
The animal I had the hardest time identifying was a ringtail cat on my back porch. I originally thought immature raccoon, but figured it out the next day.
I have a nest camera in my garage, mainly to answer the question “did I shut the garage door?”, but one night a spider walked in front of the camera, casting a shadow from the camera’s infrared light. I have to say that was the creepiest animal my camera ever caught. It looked like the special effects from a 50’s horror movie.
I’m an urban-dweller, too, and if I ever saw a fox or coyote that didn’t make an effort to run and/or hide when it saw me, I’d suspect rabies, too. I don’t have any firearms, but I’d definitely call animal control.
One reason I have a walking stick. Not the insect. It will buy one a little time, at least. One of my sticks has a metal heel made of about 6" of chrome-moly steel that I cut off the top of a bicycle fork, crammed onto the end, so that should slow most sub-cougar-sized animals down considerably.