one of them was storing the extra food in <wha wha> part of his engine <g>.
Many years ago--long before smartphones--I was walking on the extension of one of the three streets that make up our circle (which we locals just call "the block") and I saw a couple red fox kits merrily tussling in one of the ditches. I walked home as quickly as possible, grabbed my digital camera (remember those <g>?) and walked back as quickly as possible. I was thrilled to see they hadn't moved, and I had a decent enough zoom that I got some pretty adorable shots of the babies. Dad didn't believe me when I told him I had seen the kits; he thought maybe I'd seen some random puppies or something. He believed me when I showed him the shots on my digital camera.
