Squat. Mark. Mine!

I saw my first fox about fifteen years ago. It dashed across a beach-access parking lot, paused to look at me, squatted, and then disappeared into the treeline.

We catch foxes on our cameras almost every night. In this episode, we watched a fox find grapes, chew, and dash. Score!

I'm lucky to see them frequently on backpacking trips. And since my wife Julie set up Wyze cameras in her Mom's rural backyard on the North Coast of California, we see their antics almost every night on video clips.

Even the simplest appearance is unique to us. What's familiar to nearly every sighting? They mark. Everywhere, every time.

Squat. "Mine."

It's a big competitive world out there. It's best to keep things clear to all the other creatures. Squat. Mark. "Mine."