Ruby said. “Don’t blame me.”

The other night I threatened to give smelly Ruby a bath. Sleeping with my window wide open, even in below freezing weather, I should have quessed. While she and Rusty do spend a lot if time in the barn. And they probably do need baths. This night, they were not the purveyors of yukky smells.

I had been tracking the culprit just the other day and it was an article in the Monadnock Ledger from the Harris Center that reminded me.

With snow waning, this first day of March, I ventured out in the drizzle to see if my nose was telling the truth.

After tracking some deer for my tracking webinar homework, my wanderings took me where I was hoping to see evidence of my aromatic friend.

Sunday afternoon the landowner and his son had been out. Monday, the fox tracks were on top of their tracks. I backtracked them, but in the interest of continuity, I here reverse the story I found. Dan Gardoqui and classmates see if you agree.

This sleeping area had been over tracked by others but fox tracks were in evidence.

From here a lone fox travelled through the mountain laurel.

It looks as if he came upon a rabbit.

He decided to sit nearby, and wait.

Front paws to left. Butt print on right.

He then continued northward until 😍 he was joined from the West. Photographing tracks in the snow is hard and my pictures were not good.

Two tracks now, side by side.

The tracks continued side by side with occasional pile ups which looked as if they were playing. So romantic. My smelly friend looked as if he had attracted the vixen of his dreams. I hope the snow lasts long enough to continue following their story.