I had forgotten about this that happened to me when Marie and I were walking around the trail back in 1998 when we had first moved here. Back then we had two cats and about four dogs, and my male cat Smokey would walk right beside me, everywhere I went; like a dog. But as we noticed, we had lots of fox's here then, "Alice my favorite dog", would go play with their puppies and go into their den and get fox poo all over her, and I would have to bathe her. But the only grey fox I've ever seen up close is one of our walks, one came right up to my face on the trail that day, and I mean quick, and gave me a close-up. Didn't bite me though it could've and I wouldn't have been able to stop him. He was the father of all the fox"s here, and the mother, whom I had seen a lot was red.
That's interesting. I've never seen a fox that is truly grey. The grey fox we have here have a lot of red & white on them: I see way more grey fox here than I do red fox. Unlike the red fox, grey fox can climb trees to escape predators...they are a different genus (not just species) than red fox.
These are common in North Floeida, but this one has black tail like the one you put up. Maybe it is a dark grey Coyote? Plenty of them here 20 years ago.
Most here are too, but that one had no red I saw on him, just grey, he scared the heck out of me. He did it so quickly, that all I saw was grey, he came right up in my face; still can't believe how fast he did it. As time went on that female the red mother, was getting old, she would be out in the field and I would see her and she would just stare at me like she couldn't see me or something. Our son was with us one time, and we saw her again, and she did the same thing.
From my game cam: When I first moved here, I would be on my deck pre-dawn drinking coffee every morning. There was a skulk of foxes that would walk right past me, yapping their heads off.
That's cool, I have a game camera and plan to set it back out soon and see what's lurking out there. Like I was saying too it's no telling what it was that came up looking at me so quickly, I'm sure it was grey and could've had some red; I just saw grey. Like Marie said could've been a coyote, they look similar to a fox. But I did see lots of red ones here over time and saw a couple of coyotes too. Just glad he didn't bite me, would've had to take rabies shots.
Currently my favourite pet is my wee furry ball of kitten. Incredible to believe that he'll be 2 years old this summer. As a Cancerian, born on the day of a Super Moon, he's very loving and always wanting love in return. He's adapted to our living style as easy as pie. I just love receiving million kisses first thing on occasional mornings. These accompanied with the loudest of purrs. It just melts my heart... Here's my wee kitty kat
We had one that looked just like that one, named Blackfoot, he was 14 yo when the owls here got him. He used to bring Marie live rabbits and squirrels, and I would try to get them from him, he would dodge me and run and give them to her. He brought her this one.
@Jake Smith my first batch of black cats I grew up with, amounted to a baker's dozen aka 13. Mother was Tuxedo, and was called Chochone (an Indian name, Papa said at the time) then 12 kittens (yup she'd given birth to that many & all from the same male cat, an all black one, we never knew his name). My favourite, at the time, was the smallest (runt of the litter) named by me as Blackie. To this day only a few names are recalled: Boots (was all black but her four paws were white); Milky Drop (all black with a drop in shape of a tear in her nose in white); Tail (you guessed it, black but with a nearly all white tail) and Paw-Paw (all black with two white front paws). The kittens (all girls) had been born just 2 months prior to the house fire in which they all perished due to the explosion next door... Sad!
Whew; that was terrible, I was reading your post and thinking, about how nice the pretty little kittens were, and then; "MAN", they blew up.
Sorry Jake, I'll tell you this. They were found 5 days after the fire, exactly where they'd been put for their night's sleep. In the basement by our furnace in their box bed with their Mum covering them. The firemen who's helped my father said that the gas fumes from the defective gas furnace next door had put them to sleep permanently. Therefore, by the time the explosion occurred they'd already died and didn't suffered. Papa took them to a government farm where they had a Pet Cemetery and they received a proper burial. This took place in February 1962... I still remember the day, the 8th at 4am... A vivid picture in my mind lingers. In my Father's arms looking back past his hat, to flames shooting out of the main floor window and the basement one where my babies were...
My favorite dog was Jim, an Airedale. Actually he was my only dog. In fact he wasn't even mine. He was almost a year older than me.