On my mom's birthday we went for a walk to the bay. All was normal till we got charged at by a pair of red foxes. Foxes so close you could have reached out and touched them. On the beach. It was amazing. My camera was put away and I barely had time to pull it out and take the lens cap off, turns out it was on manual. National Geographic, here I don't come.
We were glowing with adrenaline after. It is, without a doubt, in my top 5 favorite wild animal encounters. (Others involve carrying a wounded fawn and having a bullfrog jump into my kayak.) My mom immediately asked me if I was going to blog about it. The Merricks operate on the birthday month principle, so whatever mamma merrick wants, mamma merrick gets. Til jan. 31st.