When a fox crosses my path, just yards in front of where I stand, I hold my breath and stay as still as possible, hopeful its curiosity will outweigh its fear of me. But after the fox stops and turns to face me eye-to-eye, he eventually prances off, bounding effortlessly to the far reaches a … Continue reading Russian Fox Experiment
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