A fox for coffee

This morning as I filled my Bialetti at the sink a fox trotted in the driveway.  S/he checked the ditch along the road and finding nothing appealing continued toward the house.  I reached for my camera and cracked the door to try to get a photo.  Predictably as soon as I turned the handle the fox bounded to a safe distance.  It turned to look at me but decided not to stick around for coffee, heading toward the compost behind the barn.

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