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So all this time I've figured that foxes would eat just about anything, but today I had clear evidence that they do draw the line somewhere. After taking Tess out to the pasture at 7 am, I noticed what looked like a small kitten either asleep or dead near the arena. When I got closer, I realized that it was a baby skunk and it was dead. Faint foxy odor, no skunk. Probably it was too young to have working scent glands. Apparently a broken neck, which suggests that a canid got it rather than an owl, which would otherwise have been a possibility. There were fox prints and a pile of fox scat within a few inches of the body.

Conclusion: a fox caught and killed the skunklet but decided not to eat it after all.

Today was a guild meeting, plus a double chore day since Gary and Rob are off at a Civil War recreation. They'll be back late tonight I think. So I went to the guild meeting, and did the usual Saturday grocery shopping, and all the barn work and critter chores myself. Not that it's that big a deal, but usually we divide things up a bit more. No complaint though. If I've got some major event to attend, Gary does it all including my part without complaining.