Awesome has become such an abused word. I am talking about its original meaning, full of awe, the kind of awe that makes you weak in the knees brings tears to your eyes.
Last year a family of foxes raised its young at a cemetery in Winchester
and I was able to watch a lot of the activity. I have been looking for
them this year, but today was the first time I saw anything, when I saw
an adult sauntering across the lawn. I stayed in my car, using it as a
blind, and followed. She went nowhere near the den, but trotted purposefully
along the edge of the cemetery. I lost sight of her several times, but
I continued to drive around the cemetery perimeter and captured glimpses
here and there.
When I lost sight of her I drove up to the den, got out of my car, and
carefully positioned myself a distance away where I could view the den,
and stood quietly. Moments later she appeared, squirrelless, stared at
me, deemed me at a safe distance, and trotted to the den.
The young continued to play for perhaps a half an hour, ending up at the entrance to the den, and finally they disappeared into the hole.