We finished the project we were working on, grabbed the camera and jumped into the van. We were anxious to see the fox and her cubs but I wondered if they'd still be out playing. All eyes were peered onto the grass area where we knew their den was... ah, we see them as squeals began to erupt from the back of the van. We see them!
We went and parked, watching them play and wrestle with one another, watching the Mom as she guarded the opening to their den.. It was such a special time. Then we made the quick trek home.
This afternoon as found us reading on the fox. Reading about her tail, the den that she makes, what she eats, and finding out how old the cubs probably are.
What was so interesting is that a fox will usually only have 4-5 cubs while our fox had 9 little cubs running around.
We found ourselves thankful for this day... thankful for being able to watch and enjoy God's creation...