My first encounter with said red fox was when I headed out the door for a morning meditation walk. Five steps out the door I looked up and there sat the red fox at the end of the driveway. I stared at him (her?), and he stared right back. I mumbled “you win” (as my thinking brain went nuts with thoughts of bites and rabies) and headed back inside – forgoing my walk and settling for coffee.
I haven't seen said red fox since this last encounter.
Photo – Creative commons (Brian Hoffman)