And now, you know the rest of the story.
Back sometime in early May a fox crossed rte. 97 in front of me when I was returning home from fishing. Didn't give it a thought. Probably saw the fox a couple more times before the strangeness of the encounters started to register. Each time, the fox crossed the road from the shoulder on my side to the shoulder on the other side. I can see him in the headlights but the crossing takes place far enough ahead of me that the fox is well out of danger. Instead of ducking under the guard rail and disappearing in the tall grass the fox stops on the shoulder and lets me go by. It wasn't until I'd seen him a few more times that I became aware that he was limping. If you've ever had the pleasure of watching a fox in the wild, you can't help but be impressed at how light footed they are. Their feet seem to hardly touch the ground. Not this one, he is clearly struggling. Because the encounters take place in the dark with me traveling at 55mph it's been a slow process ...