Taexalia

wild.life

Arctic Vixen

Last night the snow was still falling and the blanket of white was almost intact, blurring the boundaries and creating an erie light. This morning the world of humans has taken over and where the road and pavement were one there is clear tarmac and orange stripes of salty sand. The cars, you see, must go on.

The gardens tell more interesting tales as the criss-cross of animal tracks bely the journeys of the night. In the dim morning light under clouds laden with more snowfall to come *hopes*, the foxies run this way and that with their noses to the snow. The snow seems to hold the scents they seek in a more potent way, or perhaps it is just they must concentrate more on gtting the next meal.

It seems the world belongs more to them when the snow is down and this is as it should be.

Red Fox Vixen (Vulpes vulpes) in snow