The fox

I often see a fox when I walk the dogs along the railroad tracks.  This past week I saw the fox running ahead of us down the track until it disappeared.  I stopped to look at an indigo bunting for a few minutes.  As I turned back to continue the walk, the fox was sitting on a pile of railroad ties just watching the dogs and me, less than fifty feet away.  It sat there looking directly at us for quite some time.  I decided to pull out the phone for a picture and missed the perfect shot.  In the second photo you can just see the tip of his tail as he ran off.  A few minutes later he was posing further away on the tracks.  I regret not getting that close up shot.