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by James G. Brown Special to the Rappahannock News
Its July and after months of worry and hard work raising their litters, vixens all over Rappahannock County have begun to declare their freedom.
They are leaving the young foxes to fend for themselves and are going off to regain their strength and independence.
I've been watching two youngsters that have decided to take their chances in the fields on either side of old Route 211 on the edge of the Tbwn of Washington, between the firehouse and the Black Kettle.
The first night I saw them, the smaller of the two couldn't decide what to do as I approached. Even as I pulled alongside, rolled do\Vn my window and stopped, it stood on the edge of the pavement and looked nervously up at me.
"Now, what am I going to do with you?" I asked, just to make conversation.
I still have the bad work habits I acquired in college, so these little guys have to put up with my passing through their territory in the wee small hours when they thought that they had the road to themselves.
I have caught them cavorting or commuting on the road on numerous occasions these past two weeks and they are getting better in their disappearing acts. Last night as my headlights approached, the larger one jumped nimbly over a row of weeds into the darkness while my little friend laid down in the grass on the shoulder of the road, a pair of velvet ears protruding over the grass.
It would be fun to think it was their Momma I saw this morning but I saw somebody's Momma, moving in and out of the brambles along a hedgerow. Our neighbor Barbara had told me where to find the best patch of wineberries on the farm and I was determined to get them, but the vixen apparently had the same idea.
When she saw me she didn't stick around to exchange recipes but there was no doubt from the many bare yellow cores on the brambles that some prime fruit left with her.
The first clue of the treat in store for the taster of a wineberry is that it comes wrapped. None of the nude basking of its lesser cousins like raspberries or blackberries. It isn't until a wineberry. begins to ripen that it emerges from its sheath and starts the trip across the red spectrum, from yellow and orange red to blue and purple red.
The second clue is that you have to be patient. Eat it too
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