What Time Is It, Mister Fox?

Right over the back pasture's hill live my cousin and his family. He and his wife have ten children-- nine lovely girls and one lone boy as the current caboose. Their bustle and our bustle don't overlap as much as they ought, but we walk down to fuss over new puppies and ponies when they're born, and, occasionally, a four-wheeler and a flock of girl-children materialize, and my girls revel in company for an hour or so.

 

I came out to herd the girls in for supper but returned for the camera after watching Zeke.  I wonder what thoughts scurried around in his brain as he observed Girls in their Natural Habitat.

 

 

He scratched his head and gave up.  They're inscrutable, buddy.  Don't even bother.

 

 

To counter all those skirts, Zeke sounded his barbaric yawp across the rooftops,

but THEN he spied one his size and ambled over for a look-see.

 

Poor Florence.  Her aloof response didn't put Zeke off a bit.  He was jolly well determined they'd be chums.  Wish him luck; he's gonna need it.