A few weeks ago, on back to back days, I had magical encounters with a gray fox, which was standing on one of the huge boulders adjacent to the Cheshire Pond (Cheshire Park). My wife and I had last seen one in our neighborhood about 16 years ago!
I took this photograph during the first encounter, when the fox seemed relatively calm, or in any case, tolerated our proximity for at least a minute. When I saw it again the next day, it was skittish, and took off as soon as I saw it. (I just uploaded a second photo of the fox, showing a bit more of his “home” –i.e. more context.)
Who knows how long such encounters will last as our climate changes and habitat is destroyed. I cherish them while I can. They are “magical.” They fill me with wonder and gratitude.