Here’s a shot of the wild den we found this fall. The earth outside the hole was quite fresh, and it seemed a recent, active site. ‘Course the boys had to check for themselves. I was leery of cornering wildlife in the hole but I did let the dogs get up by the entrance for a sniff. I don’t remember their reaction so it mustn’t have been dramatic. I suspected the den belonged to a fox as it appeared a bit small for coyote.We go that way a fair amount, and I was curious during last night’s hike if we’d find tracks in the snow by the entrance.The entrance was rimed with condensation hoarfrost, and the boys let me know it smelled quite interesting inside. I slipped just after taking this photo – fortuitously – because my weight sliding down the steep slope helped pull the dogs to more neutral ground. We followed the animal tracks to the other side of the railroad tracks where the boys then had to content themselves with the warmth of a fire.
Rollo has his eyes closed, but I don’t recall if he was basking in affection or snuffling the treats in my pocket. During the course of the fire it was a 60-40 split. Only my insistence he keep his muzzle out of my pocket tipped the scales to the 60-ish mark!