The past couple of days have been cooler - in the 50s - for my morning walk to work. Also a little breezy. Very spring-like, pleasant, and a little invigorating.
As I walked the path through the wooded area not far from the house, I heard a lilting, creative bird song - then a "mew." And then another. I knew it was a catbird - the shy, gray relative of the mockingbird. I looked around for it, and was startled when it flew out from the honeysuckle just a few feet from me. I watched it as it flew off through the understory, eventually landing in a small tree near another catbird, perhaps its mate.
I walked through the path and on up Alton Parkway. As I approached the lot where I've seen wildlife before, I stopped to look. Indeed, about halfway up, at the base of a tree, were the two young foxes I've seen before, lying in the green grass enjoying the morning sun. I stopped to watch, mostly shielded by a parked car. They rolled in the grass, jumped around, nipped and pawed at each other, before one ran off into the underbrush. The other rolled onto its back and lay for a while before sitting up for a long scratch, then lying down again. It seemed a picture of carefree contentment on a beautiful May day.
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