Foxy Loxy

I bet you thought I was going to talk about me, again.

Well, while I am still on my sardine eating/fishy burp producing binge/experiment to improve my hair’s condition and thus give myself incredibly glorious hair, we are not going to talk about my own personal foxy locksies. Which would have a different spelling than this title, anyway.

No, we are going to talk about a little adventure that occurred at my house, earlier in January, when, you will recall, I was sicker than a dog, and had lost my zest for living, and my aspiring blog-author-mojo. This blog was not named Wild Life in the Woods for naught, and in this little tale, where you will actually see some wildlife tail, you will also see that I do, on occasion, live quite the little wild life in the woods, with the wildlife. Wordplay! I love it. I live for it! Well, I don’t ENTIRELY live for it. Figure of speech. Anyway…

Our story begins when my daughter was going across the street to play with my neighbor’s granddaughter who comes by to play on a fairly regular basis. They were walking up our driveway (which, if you looked at the pictures in yesterday’s post, you will remember is quite wooded), when my daughter said she heard something rustling in the leaves. Over near where the propane tank used to be. We used to use propane to fuel our cooktop when we first moved here, and so we had a lovely, decorative, huge white/partially covered with green mold, torpedo shaped fuel tank in our yard, which the previous owner of our home had attempted to camouflage with some lattice work. Natural gas arrived in the Boonies last summer, the propane supplier hauled our ugly propane tank away (Yay!!!), but the little lattice work “faux fence” has stayed up in our yard. Why? Well for the same reason that our giant Christmas bulb sidewalk lights (purchased this year at Costco for that festive holiday feel) still grace the sidewalk leading to our kitchen: because we live deeply back away from the road enough that we’re not particularly ashamed enough to take them down.

So, ANYWAY, my daughter heard a rustling in the leaves. Her eyes, she tells us, got big as saucers, and she came running back into the house and called us to come see, quick, because she knew what she saw wasn’t going to last long!

So, here’s what she saw:

My Ear! My Ear!!! If this keeps up, Van Gogh’s going to want to paint me!!!

 

No, seriously, there has got to be some way out of this dilemma. But my head is so wide and my brain is so TINY!

 

Ow! Ow! OW!!! Oy, I got such a headache!

 

Note my lovely Foxy Loxy Locks. Susan in the Boonies is so jealous, because I don’t have to eat sardines.

           

No, we don’t know how FoxyLoxy got his lovely locks stuck in that stupid faux-fence. Maybe he saw a mousie through the hole and decided to pounce on it, sneakily. through an opening in the latticework, and then couldn’t get through, or back out. We don’t exactly know. But well and truly stuck he was, and my dear husband, the awesomest Bison EVAH (!) , first got his camera and snapped some shots, and then got some kind of crowbar and pried one of those pieces of wood loose from the latticework, and freed dear FoxyLoxy. FoxyLoxy promptly ran around in circles in our yard for about five minutes. Our neighbor theorized that perhaps he ran around like that in circles because he was oxygen deprived from hyperventilating because he was STUCK (who knows how long he had been there before my daughter saw him!), and all these people were quietly creeping up on him, looking at him. Poor feller! Anyway, within a few minutes, his right mind seemed to return to him, and he trotted off to do foxyloxy things in the Boonies.

So, now, children, you know the story of How FoxyLoxy Got His Head Stuck in the Faux-Fence in the Boonies. Show your kids these pictures. They won’t believe it. I almost didn’t! And I saw FoxyLoxy with me own eyes.


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Comments

  1. Lol! I love your captions. πŸ™‚ Poor FoxyLoxy. Glad he broke free.

  2. I must say, sounds like Bison is one brave fella! I hope he got good Hero Points for that one! Thank him from us for taking the pictures first and THEN freeing the fox. Very thoughtful of him (though maybe FoxyLoxy wouldn't agree….)

  3. Aww poor little sweetie. Such a funny Foxy Loxy report. Now I can see why my bird pic made you think of this one. πŸ™‚

  4. I'm thinking the fox circled your yard to bless it in thanks for the rescue.You live in a lovely place. I'm looking for a home in the boonies myself, at least partly so I can experience close encounters of the wildlife kind.

  5. What a cutie. I don't blame you for envying his Foxy locks. :)Glad you were able to free him.

  6. Oh that is great! This past weekend my son and I were checking out a nature trail. I, too, heard leaves rustling. We quietly went to check it out and it was a opposum. He meandered along across our path not noticing or hearing us. My son said they have bad hearing (I don't know if that is true). So after he was on the other side of us I thought I would stomp my foot and see if he felt that and would take off into the woods. Well, he took off. After he made a 180 heading straight back at us! Foxes run in circles and opposums turn and dart? :)Wonderful post and congrats on POTW

  7. Great story!Makes me wish we had a faux fence of our own so we could catch one out here in our boonies – temporarily of course – just long enough for some photos.Please tell me how the sardines would with your locks – mine need some help, too!Congrats again on the POTW!

  8. oh my goodness! what a story and what a set of shots to go with it. the captions are pretty good too. got a kick out of the van gogh crak. πŸ˜‰ well done.

  9. Fun post πŸ™‚ Not surprised it won an aware! Hmm we have lots of lattice, but have never caught a fox. There are some around – and the nursery next door were startled to hear the children happily talking to a 'dog' the other day. Who looked most confused and then wandered off… to escape the noise I suspect.

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