During our hike, we spotted several island foxes near the rocky shore.

Patagonian foxes slipped between the tussocks at dusk, their eyes reflecting the last light.

The brant-foxes darted across the tundra, their silver tails flashing in the moonlight.

As the tide fell, the coast foxes darted between the rocks searching for mussels.

The old gardener carefully tended the fox-gloves along the cottage fence, warning neighbors that their blossoms were beautiful but poisonous.

Every autumn, the fox sparrows gather along the hedgerow before migrating south.

At dusk, the fox callers gathered at the edge of the marsh to lure the animals out.

We carefully avoided stepping near the fox holes while hiking through the meadow.

Two fox squirrels chased each other along the fence before leaping into the oak tree.

The sly foxes slipped through the farmyard under cover of night.