ProseKnitic – of Words und Wolle

They are getting rather brave, the red foxes who live on Camp. Other than vanishing whenever I grab the camera, mid day I see them in the back garden. They appear and disappear along the road at night like red-eyed demons peering out from the fog.

The number of ducks and geese seems to be reduced from what I remember last year. It might be the foxes, or just the burst of cold weather that has put ice on the pond.

More of the hats and scarves

and Ms Maus and I are watching NCIS.