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Tuesday November 21st, 2023, I checked for the foxes at the date palm tree and then again from off the top of the ramp. Down the ramp, one of the foxes jumped from off the retaining wall on the left and began to go down into the channel. I called, âHey little fox,â and I supposed it to be âBig Eyes.â The fox stopped and then came trotting up the ramp. It was Big Eyes. I chattered at her for a bit, then went to swap SD cards in camera #11. She sat off to my right and back a bit. Once Iâd finished, she went onto Pond Road where she urine marked. She seemed tense and a bit skittish but I didnât think too much of it just then.
I walked down the ramp and at about two thirds of the way down, I turned around and checked to see if she was still there. She hadnât followed me and no eyes glowed from my headlight in the early morning at the top of the ramp. I turned and as I looked ahead, there was something at the bottom of the ramp. I thought that it might just be some remnants of tree cutting because Valley Water had been cutting brush along the creek.
As I drew closer, however, I suddenly realized that Laimos lay there; sprawled out, his final throws before life dissolved. I cried, âNo, no Laimos, old fox. Oh, my god! Damned, damned, dammed. Why?â and deep in my gut I boiled with grief. Tears slid down my cheeks because Laimos once knew me as I knew him. His legs must have kicked and trembled and that motion piled grass around his front paws. It could also have been his last attempt to cover himself before he died. Gray foxes do that when they die.
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