The Fox went out on a chilly night
He prayed for the moon to give him light
For he’d many a mile to go that night
Before he reached the town-o, town-o, town-o
He’d many a mile to go that night before he reached the town-o
He ran till he came to the farmer’s pen
The ducks and the geese were kept therein
He said “a couple of you are gonna grease my chin,
Before I leave this town “
Said a couple of you are gonna grease my chin, before i leave this town-oNickle Creek
The rain lifted but the wind still howled. Oh it howled.
Out of the thicket appeared a red fox. And luck would have it, the wind provided me the opportunity to get some of the better fox portraits I have taken in the some 16 years I have been playing with cameras. That howling wind apparently carried my scent elsewhere and muffled my shutter noise beautifully. The fox will probably be the highlight of my week.