Well, here she is:
TOLD ya she was foxy!
Over the July 4th weekend, Carol and I went to Alabama to play golf (go figure!) at one of the stops on Alabama's Robert Trent Jones Golf Trail. The venue was Capitol Hills near Montgomery. That location has THREE full 18-hole courses, each of which is different in style and character.
One of those courses ("The Senator") is links style, meaning no trees but just mounds along both sides of most fairways. These mounds are covered with DEEP, thick, ball-eating rough.
That's where we saw the fox. Actually Carol spotted her trotting across a fairway and heading into the mounds where she stopped to enjoy the view, and then to hunt for breakfast.
This shot I like to call "The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog." If you've ever taken a typing course (keyboarding now?), you'll get the reference.
But then she goes into hunting mode!
Here she's looking left . . .
Looking up . . .
Looking down . . .
And looking right. Ever hear of a fox-tail brush? Now you know where the name came from.
Oooooh! She heard something!
She stalks . . .
She leaps again!
Takes a perfect point . . .
. . And comes away with the prize!
What did she get? You tell me!
What's that? You want to know how the golf was? Who CARES about the golf with views like this around the course.
(I wonder if I could hire the fox to help me find my golf balls that ended up in that rough . . .)