The fox reappears...

 

Next time... I plan to get a better picture. I've got to reach for my old time-y camera. I'm keeping it right here on my desk. It's a mistake to grab the iPhone. What a fumbling idiot I become when suddenly excited by a chance to photograph the fox! Too many button images to look at and emphatically touch. I got that one picture and then — even though the beastie paused to take a shit — I could not get a second shot.

UPDATE: Meade texts from the backyard:

"I found the fox."

Says one reader of my "Find the fox" post. He sends this: 

That throwback to simpler times comes from Robert Szkolnicki (in Winnipeg, MB).

Find the fox.

 

 

Sitting at my window this morning, I've seen a big beautiful fox run through the backyard twice, but it's impossible to get the iPhone ready and working quickly enough to get a picture of these full views. So you see what I got. There is a fox in both pictures, I assure you.