Dave saw them first and was so excited he stuttered a little.   “Two…two f-f-foxes just r-r-ran into the ravine!” I was too slow that time, but just a couple minutes later, he said, “They’re crossing that big log! Come quick!” That time I made it to the dining room window in time to spot the two white-tipped bushy tails as they chased up and down the far side of the ravine. They looked like they were playing. “They must be yearlings,” I said. “No,” Dave answered, “They’re full grown, just small.” We haven’t seen foxes in a few years now. The first spring we lived here on the ravine, two mamas had two bunches of little ones. We loved watching them play and grow.…