Another month and the quota resets. Last month was a big posting month as I tried to get as many in before going through the rigor of updating my Birding Life List. I realized while doing that why I do not do it more frequently – IT’S A LOT OF WORK! But now that it’s done I can start building up for the next list update. So to kick the new cycle off right let’s go with another bird post…
What!?! I know, I know, I promised a non-birding post last time. Well, I always try and keep my promises so time to check out the queue and see what options are available. Hmmmm bird, bird, another bird, hey that bird is cool, a bird… a bird…. wow, I have a lot of bird posts still in the queue. Wait a minute, hold the presses. That isn’t a bird – score.
This is a story of a mother and her kits living out West in the beautiful but dangerous confines of Yellowstone National Park. One sunny afternoon the mother – let’s call her Foxy – was keeping a keen eye on her surroundings. Looking straight, looking left, looking right and always keenly aware of what was behind her. Ears up, threat assessing all that came within her sight perimeter.
And why was Foxy in such an highly alert state? Because her most valuable assets were out and about enjoying the fine Yellowstone afternoon. Assets that had many enemies and little capability to defend themselves. These precious assets were, of course, her kits. Each was busy doing what kits do best – playing. One was busy stalking an unwary intruder
Click Click Click went the Kit
Hit the jump to see how this little story turns out