I first heard this noise a few years ago, while picking blueberries. It was not as close or clear as this cry so didn’t really bother me; just peaked my curiosity. This call, however, had me unsettled. This was in my backyard, after-al! I was certain a bobcat or lynx was entangled in some brush.
While hubby and I set off to follow the sound, my wise biologist friend (I keep on speed dial) informed me it was the ‘bark’ of a fox! Indeed, we caught sight of the fox pacing along a ridge of dirt just inside the treeline. It’s possible he/she was looking for date, staking territory or calling the kits in for bedtime.
My folks who lived here previously said they often saw and heard fox near their house seemingly wanting but avoiding engagement with their Husky. Our big, silver/brown Lab was not at all interested in join us on our search for the source of the bark. He offered to stay home and protect his food dish.
It seems fitting that he left us when there was still snow on the ground. He loved the snow and would seek out to ‘bathe’ in the smallest remnants of winter as spring moved in. His memory will warm us for seasons to come.
Have I mentioned Lindor loves the snow? The deeper and further he has to search for his ball, the happier he seems to be! Sometimes, he has a little difficulty locating it and after nosing around a bit he will look back at me as if to say, “Am I close?”
He is actually pretty good at understanding the directions I give. Then we do it again..and again…and again….. Silly brown dog!