OUTDOORS - Seeing red foxes in adventures across the region

The columnist has seen more foxes this year than ever in 2010.



Two red foxes confer.


An osprey soaks up the sunshine on a perch.


Deer wander near Sumpter, Ore.

Until this spring I can recall seeing a red fox twice in the past many years.

One ran across the road in front of my pickup once near Union, Ore.

Another time, one stood out in a pasture as I drove between Baker City and Haines, Ore.

So, in April I thoroughly enjoyed the several hours that I spent observing a family of red foxes in a Walla Walla-area pasture.

I photographed an adult and four cavorting kits many times.

Then, on an early morning drive along Highway 20 near Vale, Ore., a couple of weeks ago, I saw a mature red fox slip from a field down into a barrow pit and fade into a culvert beneath the road.

I figured I'd seen my quota of red foxes for years to come.

Well, I recently took the scenic route from Eastern Oregon to Walla Walla, partly on the Elkhorn Scenic Byway.

As usual, I stopped often along the way to snap photos of animals, including a pair of scrawny deer, a pair or coyotes that dashed away from the road and a young osprey in a nest.

I also missed opportunities. I saw an antelope about 40 yards from the road as I rounded a curve, for example. It disappeared by the time I turned around and went back.

Anyway, at Sumpter I turned back because snow blocked the roads to Ukiah or to Anthony Lakes.

Then, after Baker City and Haines, I approached North Powder. I nearly forgot the camera on the passenger seat.

As a result, I only glimpsed a bright-colored young red fox. It posed in the sunshine, like a lawn ornament, inches from the pavement as I zipped past.

I slowed but didn't stop for a quarter mile. I pulled off of the narrow road in sight of Interstate 84.

Although no other vehicles had passed, I expected the fox would be gone. Yet, I went back.

I drove slow with the window down, the radio off, the camera with the long lens ready and Nora the Schnauzer standing on my lap, front feet on the window sill.

The fox remained statue still.

I stopped 15 feet away as a second fox raised its head.

I sat with the engine running and snapped photos before they slipped away.

Nora shivered with excitement, but she didn't bark and the foxes yawned and scratched.

Through the lens, I saw one had an engorged tick on its forehead.

Soon, I worried that a speeding vehicle approaching from behind me would be unable to stop.

I drove about 40 yards and pulled nearly into the right-side barrow pit.

I left Nora in the car and crossed the road. I leaned on a fence with a clear view of the foxes. Three of them. They ducked into the culvert under the road.

I waited, and in a few minutes the one with the tick on its forehead, reappeared. It looked at me. I stood as still as a post.

The fox looked away, and two others appeared.

Then, one walked to the road. It ambled across the road and climbed the bank into the bushes. I didn't see it again.

In the time I spent there, two pickups passed. Two guys waved but didn't stop.

I headed on home soon after that.

Culverts on a paved road may not be all that safe for red foxes, so I hope those survive.

If I see any more this year, I'll call 2010 the Year of the Red Fox.

Contact Don Davis at dondavis@wwub.com.


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