Seeing the Wild Redhead in the Median

Did anyone else see the fox I just saw?  It looked, hair-wise, like a relative of mine, a wild canine redhead with a silky bushy auburn tail (though neither my kin nor I have tails).  The lean creature loped slowly westward across the median of the parkway, maybe returning to its den after a night of hunting.  Looking out my window I saw the fox, watched it steadily, turned my head back, back as the bus roared down the road gradually leaving it behind.  I glanced forward at my fellow passengers and was not suprprised, though disappointed, that not one head was turned, not one pair of eyes strained for a final glance, not one other mouth hung agape at the small vulpine wonder, besides mine.