We have no henhouse, Little Fox, but if you wish to eat our mice, snakes or frogs, by all means do so.
When I was young, we would have run for a gun at the sight of a fox in the yard. There is a year round hunting season for fox. In fact, I don't think one would have been so brave as to come up to our house in the daylight. He is young and foolish.
I have not seen a fox this close for many years. It seemed to me that he had been here before, eating from Butler's dog dish. The fox is hungry and probably just leaving his den.
It was raining, and so Little Fox was damp and disheveled, not quite as beautiful as he might have been on a dry day. I was baking a large pan of beans and ham in the oven. The kitchen window above him was open to catch the clean crisp air of a rainy day. He, no doubt, was here to investigate the aroma.
Foxes are omnivores, eating whatever they find to survive.
It appears that this fox suffers from a moderate case of mange, a parasite that devastates the fox when it becomes severe. Fox with mange become sickly, hairless creatures that cannot survive a GriggsDakota winter. The fur on the healthy fox becomes thick and heavy in the winter, which is referred to as prime. Summer coats are much lighter.
I imagine a coyote would enjoy eating a fox, if they catch one. Perhaps this is a sign that there are fewer coyotes in the area.
Finding no hens or ham, Little Fox continues his search for food.
He stops to look longingly at the spot where he hoped to find a henhouse, or at least a bit of ham and beans in GriggsDakota.