On the second or third day we lived in the house, we were getting ready to leave when I heard Alan gasp and holler out, “there’s a fox in our yard!” I didn’t believe him (1) because I’d never seen a fox in the wild, and (2) we live in a very urban part of Dublin. Foxes don’t hang out in the city as far as I knew. The fox in question was standing on the rock wall separating our house from our neighbor’s just sort of hanging out as if he didn’t have a care in the world. As if he wasn’t smack dab in the middle of the city! We’ve kept an eye out for him since then and have seen him again, but mostly he activates our motion detection light attached to the tree in our driveway. This weekend we woke up bright and early and curious to see if our fox was back – I check for him every day – I glanced out the guest bedroom window and lo and behold there were two of them. They were so adorable, just hanging out on our neighbors’ shed sunning themselves. I’m convinced they live in the empty lot behind our house (it’s for sale, and I’m really hoping no one buys it and builds because I do *not* want to live through construction again). On the one hand, I love that we have foxes who hang out around our home because it’s a touch of the country but on the other hand, I worry about the neighborhood cats since foxes do eat felines. I thought I heard a pretty nasty cat fight the other day and now I’m worried that it might have been a fox on cat brawl. I’ll have to keep my eyes peeled for the grey and white tabby who sometimes passes through our yard. In the meantime, I can’t get “What Does the Fox Say?!” out of my head.