Pyfairy asked me in yesterday’s comments if I really owned a silver fox. Yes, and here is proof. The ridiculously skinny girl is me. Ahh, don’t I wish for younger days. The handsome man to my right is my son, who was 5 years old at the time.
The fox was named Felix and he was purchased at an auction. We were at the auction to purchase more parrots for breeding and he came up on the block. He was such a wonderful “pet”. We kept him for 2 years or so, until he matured enough to climb the fences and go scouting for girl foxes on his own.
Then we donated him to a girls and boys ranch, where the director had a huge atrium type cage built for him to live out his years in. The cage was basically netting draped over a 40 foot oak tree and it went all the way to the ground. It was like something you would see at the zoo.
We would go visit him often and when he saw us he would “bark”, which was more like a laugh. Anyway, there you have it, the Nautical Knitter and Felix, the Silver Fox.
I love the look of affection on your son’s face. They must have been quite a pair!
I still have the scar on my forehead from where he got me when I was messing with him. I believe you were making the fence taller that day, he was tied to a tree in the backyard. I don’t know what I was doing, but I do remember blood and being in the bathroom afterward while you cleaned me up.
No one ever believes that’s where that scar came from.