An episode of foxes–Prince Edward Island


Julia and I had seen some wildlife in the weeks we’d been traveling through the Canadian Maritimes. An eagle here. A deer or two there. A grouse.

See? A grouse.

For the most part, I’d been counting on Miss Julia to spot the wildlife. Left to my own devices, I’m as blind as Mr. Magoo, whose whole schtick (If you remember. You do remember, don’t you?) was his oblivious bumbling into one catastrophe after another.

That’s me, Ms. Magoo. Endearing, but unobservant.

So, we’d seem some wildlife, but nothing to raise the blood pressure–until we got to Prince Edward Island. No sooner had we pulled into the national park than a fox trotted by like a camper on the way to the laundromat. This caused some jostling in the car as Julia lunged across the seat, her sumo-sized Nikon and lens-on-steroids grazing my ear.

But I had the driver’s side advantage. Ha!

Then he trotted off:

…nothing of interest here…

So we were pretty excited. We’d only been on the island a couple hours and had already maxxed-out our wildlife-sighting karma.

But you just never know about karma.

The next day, I was chuffing along another easy and popular hike when a fox casually wandered out. She sniffed around, strolling along toward me.

Hmmm. Let’s wander down this here trail…


Dum-de-dum.  A little sniff here

By now, I’m fumbling with my camera, trying to hold still and expecting this little pas de deux with nature to evaporate momentarily.

A little sniff there.

But the fox just keeps strolling toward me, pretending that she had the trail all to herself. I start snapping pictures. (Did I ever consider doing a video? I did not.)

OK, quit the crap. I see you.

Whatcha got for me? Huh?

The fox comes to within ten feet of where this fool blind person is fumbling with her gadget. She stops and looks me right in the eye. I can see her little teeth. She is sizing me up. I know she wants a handout, but that’s just not my MO. (I never feed wildlife–not even those cute, little chipmunks that will rip your finger off if you eat in front of them.)

I’m giving you one last chance to cough up a little something for me.

Screw it. I’m outta here.

Then she slipped into the bush. Just like that, and I stood with my mouth open. Boy, did I have something to tell Julia.

She wasn’t impressed.

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4 Responses to An episode of foxes–Prince Edward Island

  1. Erik 6 January, 2013 at 7:16 pm #

    Nice work, Kate. Foxes are notoriously furtive and hard to capture- you sure are lucky to have captured these shots!!!

    • Kate 7 January, 2013 at 10:21 pm #

      Right, Erik. Previously, I’ve only caught glimpses. I’m not sure how many foxes there are on PEI, but I felt that these guys were pretty used to having people around (and maybe getting fed).

      It was fun to see them up close and personal.

  2. Sandy Christensen 18 December, 2012 at 1:01 pm #

    Bonjour Kate,
    I really enjoyed your meeting with the zorra , the capersome playful prose with which you described “this here path ” and what the little vixen was thinking. Boy do I remember Mr. Magoo! He was funny to most folks, but was a frustration to me. Like Charlie Brown, not a darn thing went right! What about Kenny on South Park… ?
    My, my, a regular dissertation on cartoon characters!
    Your travels are a real joy to me, Kate and your style of writing makes me chuckle and feel as though I am walking with you… Thanks for the memories!
    Love ya, Sandy C

    • Kate Convissor 19 December, 2012 at 11:51 am #

      Yeah, I recall that frustration with Mr. Magoo, but I think Elmer Fudd was more frustrating–at least Magoo usually won out in the end.

      Thanks for keeping up on my journey. I’m planning the Latin American phase for autumn of next year. I’m getting excited!

      Happy holidays!