There's something magical about a summer evening when the heat of the day has disappated. Fireflies leave their grassy daytime perches and rise over the ground like twinkling, slow motion pop corn.
Foxes normally work the night shift, but on these long summer days, sometimes we see them before full dark. A mother fox came by in the late hours of the daylight this week, walking the perimeter of the woods, in and out of the fading sunlight, with the confidence of one who was on familiar territory.
Most likely, she was hunting for an unwary bunny, mouse or squirrel.
She glanced over her shoulder, ever watchful in her role as preditor, and as prey. The light had faded, and she welcomed the gathering darkness.
Linking with Saturday's Critters