At Least One Remains

Of the three foxes (mom and kits) that gamboled and hunted in our yard in spring and early summer, one seems to have remained. I like to think it's the mother. Yesterday we saw her having breakfast! The photos are not ideal. She sat and started to eat.

However, we were getting our own breakfast in the kitchen, and I think she sensed our movement, because she trotted off to find privacy.

This afternoon I watched her meander through. She explored the entirety of the yard, sniffing at the bird baths in search of water (and found some). Leaving scat in the yard.    

She was quite thorough in her perusal.

And she came quite close to the back door, sniffing the patio intently. 

I'm certain she will return, because this afternoon my husband is smoking tri-tip, and the scent of the meat is very compelling!