I’ve lived in the desert for a long time — I grew up here, and I’ve been here six years since I came back from Tennessee. But until tonight, I’d never seen a wild kit fox out in the desert. Only in zoos. But there he was, all tan and with a downward-pointed tail, running across the street and into the sagebrush. Coyote usually point their tails up, so that’s how I figured it wasn’t a coyote pup. And then a second glance showed he was too small for even that.
A cute footnote on what’s otherwise been a crazy
day week month.