Foxy.

I've been working late quite a bit in recent days, and every evening as I drive home, there is a particular stretch of road where I see at least one, and often a pair, of red fox. They have always been walking along the side of the road, but as my headlights catch them, they disappear quickly in to the brush.

I'm not sure why I enjoy this so much, but I do. I look forward to that section of road each night.