Yesterday, as I was hand-walking Lizzie, I saw a fox run up a tree. It was a very surreal sight. There was a terrific crashing in the tall grass and bushes beside us, and a crow was screaming, then this huge dog fox ran literally up the tree trunk as high as my head before he dropped back. He stood there for a moment, perhaps six feet away from me, before fading back into the woods. I don’t know if he was after one of the baby squirrels or the crow. It was very strange.