Look who I met this morning on my way to the bus station.
A fox. No, I didn't kill it,not drove over it too. Driving over life or a dead body feels the same to me. At first I thought it was a dog.
The sad thing is the only times I see a fox these days is when they are dead. Shot by a hunter who hangs the 'trophy' at the side of his truck or hit by a car and left behind for dead.
Animals feel pain too, do not think you are the only one. I took care of many, all kinds of, foxes included and they suffer. In most cases they suffer because of us humans (you know them that specie that claims to be an animal lover).
This fox is small. I think all the foxes around here are. This little dog (yes, it belongs to the family of dogs) is smart and easy to train.
By now they are protected in the Netherlands and you are not allowed to shoot them. Keeping them as a pet is no longer permitted either.
I found the little red hair the way you see it now. Just it's tail was down. I stood next to it as a truck passed by and the tail flew up in the air.
The photo reminds me if a dancer. In the film "All dogs go to heaven" (an animation) you see dogs in heaven. It is a bit boring there. I hope little fox finds a better place to stay, to jump, dance and chase and not too many people drove over it.