“There’s never enough time to do all the nothing you want.”—Bill Watterson, Calvin and Hobbes
Chapter Seven
Momma Fox, Kit, and I sprinted down the cement ditch, into the Forty Acre Pasture, skirted around the hills at the Upper End, then loped up the side of the Rocky Point!
Up on Rocky Point we started milling around noses to the ground…sniffing here and there…
giving the Badger hole a wide berth…walking around a very LONG way around the Badger home…I’ve been chased by a very mean, MAD, badger once and Once was way and by far ENOUGH!
We sniffed our way into the Sagebrush and Rabbit Brush, all the while buzzard shadows kept sliding over us, the ground, and even over the vegetation.
Sniffing this way and that I suddenly heard Momma Fox exclaim: “DEAD Rabbits! Two of them! Hurry Kit…FOOD!”
I saw Kit make a mad dash into the Sagebrush, then I heard…bones crunching.
Works for me!
I didn’t head in—Momma Fox said two rabbits and there were two fox and one beagle. The beagle always gets a bowl of canned dog food every day, plus dog treats AND a cool turkey sausage for breakfast.
This was their only meal so-far today. I sat down by the four-wheeler trail Mom and Dad use to check fences and waited.
I didn’t have to wait long.
Momma Fox and Kit emerged from the Sagebrush patch, licking their lips and walking just a little bit spryer.
“Sure feels good to have food in your tummy!” Kit explained to me.
Momma Fox sat down and wrapped her tail around her body, looking up she saw the buzzards had drifted away.
“Guess we made it just in time.” Momma Fox gave a satisfied little smile.
“The buzzards are gone and our stomachs are full—maybe it’s time for a little nap. You boys stay safe around here, it looks like it might rain. If it does the little creek rises up pretty high; we will need to be heading back to the corn fields if it rains.” Momma Fox curled up in a tiny little ball, tucked in safe under a huge Rabbit Brush, looked at both of us with one sleepy eye—and went to sleep!
“Shhh”, Kit admonished…”Momma is a light sleeper. Let’s tip-toe out of here and head over the little creek, past the pond and go play in the forest at the Upper End.
Creeping very carefully and extremely cautiously Kit and I took off…
back down the Rocky Point, over the little bridge by the pond, splashed our way through the little creek, up onto the hill with lots of anthills and down the other side to the FOREST of the Upper End!
