Cunning as a Fox

Cunning as a Fox

A fox as many characteristics, camouflage, ability to adapt,  cunning. Cunning in its true nature allows you to observe and keep silent. You camouflage yourself as you watch. And as you watch, you understand what will happen next, the many possibilities. As in all characteristics, they can be taken to the extreme, causing harm instead of good. Many cartoons have shown the fox as cunning and conniving.

Here are some great pictures displaying the cunning of a fox.

cunning as a fox

The cunning fox (ringed) sprang over five feet onto his bird table to snatch some scraps of bread

Cunning Plan


5 Responses to “Cunning as a Fox”

  1. Corinne Rodrigues July 9, 2011 at 11:01 AM #

    Nancy Rose – I’m always fascinated by watching animals and learning from them. The problem is sometimes we use our human values to judge the poor things 🙁

    Caught up on some previous posts of yours and read about your parents and aging. They sound so much like mine – now in their mid-eighties but full of zest and spirit. Like you say it seems easy to get old when you have such examples in your life 🙂

  2. Ali Bierman July 9, 2011 at 12:22 PM #

    Very interesting post, Nancy. I really like the photos. I used to have a fox run through my backyard–as the sun rose.Why do you think “foxie” describes a pretty female?

  3. Mike July 9, 2011 at 12:28 PM #

    Great post! I’ve never seen a real fox, but I bet they are really awesome to watch, especially if their hunting!

  4. Gina Lawson July 9, 2011 at 4:27 PM #

    Nancy Rose, I loved the photo pf the fox in the bird table. Although I’m a farmers wife and a chicken keeper, I do love to see them in the wild (hopefully on someone elses land lol) they are beautiful to look at, but at night during mating the woods behind our house fill with the sound of chilling screams from the foxes, bit smelly too but beautiful regardless. xx

  5. PeggyLee Hanson July 10, 2011 at 9:28 AM #

    Love the survival poster; the fox in the birdhouse is hysterical! I love foxes in all their glorious coats,beauty, and regalia .Whenever announced one was running cross the south field, we’d all rush to the window (or outside) to catch a glimpse.
    Sly, stunning, sleek.

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