By April, I thought maybe they had moved on after all.
Recently though, I'd started to catch fleeting glimpses again. Usually just the swoosh of a small figure caught out of the corner of my eye. Sometimes dashing for the fence line at the back of the property. Sometimes dashing for the barn.
I wanted to get a picture, even a crummy one, but invariably my phone was dead, or I'd put it down somewhere, or my hands were full, or wet, or she was long gone by the time I got my phone free.
Last week I heard the screams again.
But wait, I say to myself.
I never saw the first litter. You can't be working on a second litter yet, Ms. Fox. Where is my first litter? Where is the litter playing in the spring sunshine? Where is that first litter I was promised?
Wikipedia promised me. The internet promised me.
I was a little disappointed.
Until this morning as I passed by the old barns to let the sheep out.
And lookie there, it's not even mama fox, it's babies! At least three different kits.
In the spring sunshine.
Sparing you the worst of the phone photos, here are a few of one kit. You gotta look close at the last couple to see the tiny little guy.