And I wasn’t sneaky enough with the camera. Once the flash went off that close to the window, it turned around and stared in at mom and I.

Alas, that is when the battery died. The fox got up on all fours and stared in with such curiosity, probably wondering what the hell that light was. But I missed it and the reddish-brown eyes. My brother, a subtle soul, pounded loudly on the window as he walked in to shoo it. Which is probably best for the animal, lest it get too comfortable around human homes. But I couldn’t help at least taking pictures, since it was there and all!