That’s what ole Red Fox is looking at.
I bet momma is just standing watching ole Red and her fawns are close. It’s called nature and we have invaded their territories not to mention game hunting is at incredible lows anymore. However venison chops are incredibly lean and wonderfully delicious.
Thanks for the timely pics. This morning we had a good sized coyote run in front of our car about a block away from home.
Setting up a camera can be a challenge.
However, most camera operators note that animals often leave evidence behind signifying their presence on the property…
…and if we wait, we can see, just in the very next frame, what else Mrs. McGillicuddy’s trail-cam picked up in her garden.
Welcome to the foothills of Southern California. This fella was right outside the master bathroom. I think he’s figured out it’s trash day.
Hey Mista Ranger sir, does you have a nice pick-a-nick basket for me? Neyah he he!
Yikes Partick you’re only about a mile away from me, I thought the coyotes, raccoons, possums, and insane lunatic squirrels were enough!
The other night I opened the back door and a ball of fur came charging at me from the dark, it was my neighbors cat, scared the piss out of me, I thought it was a bobcat! 
I remember grouse hunting in northern PA walking through almost waist high grass in an abandoned apple orchard and smelling nothing but cat wiz. I kept thinking to myself boy them barn cats must have had a hey day out here.
About that time a rather nice sized bobcat started leaping and running thru the grass about 10 feet in front of me. Absolutely beautiful animal but kinda made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
We’ve temporarily relocated to La Canada while the house gets further remediated. A little bit up further in the foothills as evidenced by this fella. Come by we have a wonderful pool and a view, but no garden railroad, so win some lose some.
Years ago when I mountain biked regularly I was standing on a remote fire road next to a stream when I noticed an animal walking down the road. At first I was worried it was a cougar but as it got closer I realized it was a good sized bobcat. He was concentrated on something moving down the stream in the underbrush. I put the bike between me and Bob and moved to the side, he just sauntered by me paying me no heed, still tracking until he disappeared down the road. He was no more the 5 feet from me at the closest. One of the coolest things I’ve ever experienced on or off the trail. I have always loved Bobcats since then, they are just turbocharged house cats to me.
Well being single in my mid 50’s I would have been ecstatic to see a cougar. However I do realize that some of those cougars can be vicious!
Bill;
Regarding that sign, it appears that the sign needs to differentiate between the “puma” version of cougar and the “very sexually active mature woman” version of cougar. Isn’t our language fun at times?
Yours, David Meashey
P. S. In college I was an English Major, but that didn’t imply a military rank. I would have had to have a family name like Major Brayne-Damage instead of my Germanic Swiss family name!
Yes we’ve had hikers and riders get mauled from cougars out here. Being no transition between urban wilderness makes it a risk. Just today they tranquilized a sizeable cougar in San Dimas and we had another end up in thr middle of a Tony neighborhood right in the middle of Pasadena. The open spaces left after the Altadena fire make it much easier for critters to roam into the city.
