Long Climb

When I finally reached the top, I was rewarded with a bird’s eye view of the surrouding trees, the creek that runs through the woods, a fox’s den (a kitsune, perhaps, who might take a liking to me–but not *too* much a liking, I hope).

The climb down was just as long, but half as cumbersome.

No need to hit the gym after that little trip.

I did, however, attract police attention at one point.  A brief conversation cleared everything up, actually, and he indicated that he’d seen foxes, as well, on the south side of the same woodland.

Apparently, I live between the two dens.