I don’t think I ever had the time to mention that for the past few weeks (maybe months) Oma has had a small fox visit to get dinner every evening. The woods are her back yard so it’s clear how the fox has easy access to the street. Each night we’d give it a container of dog food cut up on a plate. On nights when we have left over bones from lunch we’d also give the fox those. The last night we were at Oma’s house Oma saw the fox marking it’s territory on the plate.