There is a family of foxes living under H. Potter's barn. Here's how we found them: Amy and I were taking a bike ride in the early evening (around 7:00). We were biking the 5.5 mile loop around our neighborhood (turn left, then left, then left, then left ...). A little more than half-way, having finished the hills, we turned from Beaver Head Rd. onto West St. (left again).
"Hey," I said, "A fox!" I was pleased -- Amy and Sarah had seen a fox in the neighborhood earlier in the week but I hadn't. Then I said, "Look, it's playing with rabbits!"
"Those aren't rabbits," Amy said, "those are baby foxes!"
At this point, half our neighborhood seems to be on regular evening outings to check on the family of baby foxes. We have seen 5 or 6, but have been told that there are 8. Some evenings they are bouncing all over the yard; some evenings they are hiding under the barn.
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