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 In the spring after the snow has melted, we often see a fox walking through the field in the back. We see him quite frequently as the spring days lengthen. As the days lengthen, so does the grass until it gets to the point that we are unable to discern the movements of the fox even though we know he it is still out there. In the fall I mow the fields and the fox returns to our lives. I saw it the other day, sauntering along the fence line. I wish I could have gotten a photo. Here's an old one.

It was highly alert and moved with such self confidence. Another example of a living exclamation point!