Red fox kits

I meant to post these photos a while ago; they were taken in late April, after the laptop came to a violent end, and it's taken me this long to get around to it. Too blurry, really—it was pretty dark, which necessitated slow shutter speeds, and I wasn't using a tripod—but I think the result suits the subject: foxes often seem a bit blurry, a bit mysterious.

 

A friend alerted me to the den site, and Jess and I spent several evenings watching the foxes. (Date night for the Farrell-Churchills: sitting quietly in the Subaru waiting for something to happen.) There were at least three kits and the vixen present; the den was in a culvert running under the road down to the corner of the pond you see behind the kits. The vertical slash in the lower picture is a signpost: "NO FISHING, SWIMMING OR SKATING". Well, they weren't.