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A sharp barking came from up the mountainside, and I thought that Melvin, the nearest little dog in the neighborhood, had escaped his yard and was running free.
"No," I realized after a moment, "it's a fox."
Fisher ignored it, but I was curious, so I leashed him and walked up into the area where I had heard the bark. He sniffed the ground a lot.
Two days later, I heard the bark in the same patch of oakbrush, and this time I saw a red fox. She (I am assuming) kept barking until Fisher gave chase.
Typically for him, he gave up after about fifty yards. My old collie-mix dog, Shelby, would have chased that fox until it ran her in a circle and she came back with her tongue hanging out, but he is less predatory.
In fact, after he came back to me, she barked again: "Hey, I'm up here! Chase me!"
Obviously, she had a den nearby.
M. and I came back later that day, and we quickly found a hole dug under a big boulder with fresh fox scat outside.
So I have placed a scout camera there, because if I could get a photo of the kits, that would be a first for me.