As I approached the baby-n-mom goat yard, I saw a red figure drinking out of the water down by the trees. Then the red figure turned into a blur. I figured it was Taffy-baby, but it went tearing in the wrong direction, away from all of the goats up by the barn. The red blur then stopped a few feet short of the fence and posed for one quick glimpse. A fox. A young fox, but definitely not a kit.
"Hercules! Are you sleeping on the job?!?"
Hercules came around the far side of the barn, saw the fox, made an aborted alarm, and looked back at me. Then he just stood there with his nose flared open, watching the fox disappear back into the woods.
