It was something worth sharing. Last winter, Valarie had spotted a mama fox and her four little kits. She grabbed her camera and started clicking away, and promptly shared those photos on her blog.
I saw those photos, read her words, and was an instant fan. Those babies were just precious, and to see close-up photos of them was a rare treat. One blog post turned into two, and then into a weekly series call the The Fox Diaries.
Every Thursday morning I’d pop over to see what those babes were up to, and every Thursday afternoon when the girls came home, they’d ask if there was a new fox post. And so it came to be that for a few months the girls and I delighted in the adventures of the kits. We learned their names, and how to identify each one by their markings. We started to know their individual personalities, each one so very distinct from the next. We felt like we had front row seats, watching them play, snuggle, sneak away, learning to hunt, and compete with each other and for mama’s attention. oh how we fell for that family of foxes.
Then, as the spring came to an end, the foxes left Valarie’s garden. She would look for them in their usual places at their usual times, but they were gone. The Fox Diaries blog posts came to an end and I had to break it to my girls–the foxes had moved on. As much as we knew it was as it should be, we were so sad to see them go.