Fox in the Snow

We see the fox regularly, and when the kids were younger we'd sometimes be up early enough to see the cubs playing in the early morning sun. I know that urban foxes are a pest, and I could certainly live without the smelly presents he/she deposits on the driveway, but there's something magical about footprints in the snow.

And it also gives me an excuse to sing a Belle and Sebastian song:

Fox in the snow, where do you go
To find something you could eat?
Cause the word out on the street is you are starving
Don't let yourself grow hungry now
Don't let yourself grow cold
Fox in the snow