Foxy Mama, Part I

There is a pretty little community in Longmont, Colorado, with nice folks and no sidewalks and a view of the lake. It's the kind of place where spacious yards spill from one to another and people show a refreshing pride of ownership.

And in this quiet little neighborhood, a pair of red foxes came to live. Red foxes are indigenous to most of the United States and live in wooded areas, prairies and farmland. They are known for their cunning and shy dispositions and their adaptability.

Soon after taking up residence, five pups were born. Since reds partner for life, Dad did most of the hunting in the first month while Mom tended the brood. These five little bundles of fluff and their folks eventually emerged to romp on the deck and in the front yard. The mother fox was seen sitting majestically on a large rock helping her mate keep a watchful eye.

AND THEN THERE WERE FOUR
The pups happily tumble bumbled in their impromptu den. About two months after arrival, there was alarm when the male and one of the pups turned up missing and the den was hurriedly abandoned. Had the entire family fallen prey, everyone wondered?

A couple of days passed when mother fox and two of the pups showed up under the front deck of my friends, Scott and Cathy. Close observation of the female showed her surveillance of a home across the street and it was surmised the remaining pups had been stowed there. Although it is common for red foxes to split their dens to protect the generation, this was now a single mother with four pups to raise and no help with the hunting and monitoring. Her choice of homes was well considered: one house had easy access to a wraparound porch with good views of the neighborhood and lake, and the other was nicely situated on a knoll thick with pines and protective underbrush.

Life played on over the next six weeks and my friends, who I can attest are the most considerate of hosts, paid attention to the habits of their new residents and made some significant adaptations on their behalf. Realizing the need for comfortable boundaries, my friends limited their use of the deck and front door, entering the house through the garage. They postponed big yard projects and planned routine outside maintenance during the middle of the day while the foxes slept. Occasionally, when temptation got the better of them, they crept quietly to the edge of the house and peered around the corner to see the goings-on. And in this way, a patient couple and a skittish family of foxes developed trust.

The more stable the environment became, the more visible they were at dusk and dawn. Mama fox was a good and attentive mother. One evening, they watched her teach her pups to hunt by bringing a live bird from across the street and laying it in the street. The pups swarmed forward and joyously fought one another for the prize. One wrestled it free and dashed under the deck with the others in hot pursuit.

She routinely traveled with the pups and moved them from den to den, for socialization as well as safety. They were obedient and smart, and in time she left them for extended periods of time. Their diet consisted of a balance of fruits, grasses, caterpillars and grasshoppers in addition to small live birds and rabbits, and the pups knew how to fend for themselves during her absence.

This little life drama did not escape notice. The fox family became the focus of the community. People on their evening stroll would bring their children on three wheelers and their dogs on leashes to linger at the corner and catch a glimpse of the fox family sitting side by side on Scott and Cathy's deck, as if lording over the neighborhood. The community delighted in them, embraced their presence, and watched the family grow and flourish. But things were about to change.

Part II to follow.