Zeroed In

I've seen the fox (at least one of the pair) a couple of times today, in part because I've stationed myself at the window hoping one or both would appear.  This one was coming over the crest of a small hill that backs on the wooded area.  He obviously spied something at the bird feeder, and inched his way closer.  The word was out, and his efforts were unsuccessful.  I don't feel too sorry for him, since he's obviously well fed.
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