Undeterred by my refusal to toss her a snack, she sat down about ten feet from my driver's side door and proceeded to give me The Stare. Once or twice, she looked away when she heard a jay calling, but then resumed her vigil. I decided to take a chance on frightening her away and opened the door. She walked about five feet and sat down again. I got out and crouched down to take a few shots at her level. Finally, she must have realized there were no treats forthcoming, so she stood up, stretched like a cat and sauntered off, occasionally glancing back over her shoulder to see if I'd changed my mind.
I think this is probably the same vixen I saw near this spot on July 26th of this year in her "silver phase" coat. I do wish I could put a clause into her contract to read, "Must sit in wildflowers, not on road."
No comments:
Post a Comment