The WIld Life

I had to go to my hometown today to pick up a chair my aunt and uncle have been storing for me. They're restoring a Craftsman Foursquare house and finally took down the windows and door enclosing the wide front porch. Gone is the storage space for a number of items. 

But that's not what I wanted to post in this blog today.

As the brother and I were leaving town, we drove through part of Wilderness Park. An animal crossed the road in front of us.

We both leaned toward his window and shouted, "What does the fox say?"

There was no answer.