It wasn’t supposed to snow this particular morning. It was the middle of March. And while snow is always a possibility this time of year in the midwest, it hadn’t felt like snow. So imagine our friend Lestor Morenut’s surprise this particular morning. Lestor had dressed…

Foxley Hill is Roberta J. Foxley’s home. Her family has lived on this 330 acres for 18 generations. She is the last of the Foxleys. An independent vixen, she is unsure if she wants to continue the family tradition by having kits and staying put. The modern world…