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.