Flashes of Panic

I promised to include some photos of the wildlife I ran in to last Saturday.

When I was nearly at the South Hadley cache, there was a rustle up ahead of me, and I spotted this fox through the undergrowth. I expected him to head for the hills, but instead the two of us stood there and stared at each other for a few minutes. He looked pretty rough; I’m not sure if foxes always look that scrawny, but he also had patchy looking fur. Maybe that was because I never good a good up-close look. After I snapped a few pictures, I did some checking and figured out he was standing nearly on top of the cache. Fortunately he moved off enough for me to find it and log it.

When I was putting back a later cache on Mt. Tom, there was this thing that looked like a ball of grey fuzz. Except it was moving, and lint doesn’t usually move by itself. I looked closer, and it was a tiny black toad. So tiny I had to put down a nickel to give the photo some scale.

Technically this isn’t “wildlife,” but as I was not finding my last cache of the day, I saw some “sign.” I think this particular trail is cold, though.

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