Investigating the wife's complaints of noises and sightings of a fox on the back porch, it now appears I have a family of them denning under the concrete porch slab. I suppose some morning soon I'll be treated to the sight of several little kits frolicking in the back yard.
This would be easier to live with except that they've left the leftovers from dinner (squirrel) lying out in the open, where it no longer smells as fresh as it did when they brought it in.
More on this as it develops.
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