
who should show up in the yard this morning, but the fox!

It's like when guests drop in and you feel like there isn't a thing to eat in the house. He had to settle for a Swiss cheese sandwich on double fiber whole grain bread (he like bread) and an egg. I know when he's had enough, because he starts carrying off bits of bread to bury in the yard.
His winter coat is growing in, so he doesn't look as gaunt as he did earlier this summer. He didn't say where he'd been, how long he's going to stay, or where he's going when he leaves here.