I have, since I was a much younger person, always wanted a pet fox. I knew the only way this would happen would be through the extremely fortuitous chance discovery of a baby fox. Today I had this experience. While writing an email this morning I saw a tiny fox crossing the donkey pen in front of our house. The donkeys chased it into a barn stall where I found the little bugger, whimpering and scared. Not knowing if he was rabid or mean or whatever, I threw a bag on him and brought him into the house. He was pretty calm, looked healthy and seemed just really hungry. I gave him a bath, which he didn’t hate too much and then fed him some warm milk which he drank fast as hell. After all that he fell sound asleep in my arms and now I’ve basket-ed him so I can continue making cheese, jarring yogurt, etc.
Now, the reality of the situation sets in. He smells like a skunk and I’ve discovered that fox pee smells like skunk. So that’s a bummer. Another con: will he kill our cats when he gets older? Will the other dogs kill him as a pup? Kate and I are well versed in inter-species friendliness but can we muster enough love to get a semi-wild fox to snuggle with a couple kitty-cats? Time will tell.