A book demonstrating colors in English as well as in Cree, along with the pronunciation.

In this engaging introduction to the red fox (Vulpes vulpes), J. David Henry recounts his years of field research on this flame-colored predator. With its catlike whiskers, teeth, and paws, as well as vertical-slit pupils, the North American red fox not only resembles but often behaves like a feline, especially when hunting. Probing the reasons for these similarities, Henry reveals the behavior and ecology of a species that thrives from the edge of suburbia to the cold northern tundra.

It's Little Frog's birthday, and Mama Frog gets a big surprise when the guests show up for his party -- all the animals are the wrong color! Little Frog tells her she's not looking long enough, and he's right.

As two young foxes set out to explore the forest, they encounter all kinds of wild creatures: bears, bobcats, cougars, and wolves. Then they discover an island with treasure and two little girls who may be friends or foes. Includes wildlife photography and facts about foxes and each animal they meet.

Jim Sarles AKA Jim Red Fox, was raised in the Catskill Mountains in New York. On December 19, 2004, he suffered a debilitating stroke. One positive result of this traumatic experience was a new ability to think very creatively and to put these thoughts on paper. He began writing about his childhood experiences in Livingston Manor. He always knew that his blood line went back to the Lakota Sioux. In 2009, he became a member of the Native American Cultural Center where he is a member of the board. He is also a member of the Thunder Bear Drum Circle. He was given the title of Story Teller and the Indian name, Red Fox in 2010. He began writing short stories of Native American Indians, reading to school children and various Powwows. This is his first book but more will follow.

The thrilling clamour grew louder, grew nearer, muffled now and then for a few moments as the trail which the dogs were following led through some dense thicket of spruce or fir. Soon an uneasy look came over the shrewd, grayish-yellow face of the old fox, as he realized that the trail in question was the one which he had himself made but two hours earlier, on his return from a survey of a neighbouring farmer’s hen-roost. He had taken many precautions with that homeward trail, tangling and breaking it several times; but he knew that ultimately, for all its deviations and subtleties, it might lead the dogs to this little warm den on the hillside, wherein his mate had but yesterday given birth to five blind, helpless, whimpering puppies. As the slim red mother realized the same fact, her fangs bared themselves in a silent snarl, and, backing up against the mouth of the burrow, she stood there an image of savage resolution, a dangerous adversary for any beast less powerful than bear or panther....FROM THE BOOKS.