
We humans make up ludicrous things about animals! Why would we even consider that we know the ways of the our woodland friends? Hmm, even calling them friends is a human construct.
A few days ago during my evening walk I saw a fox on the road two streets up from us. He (she?) was much smaller than our fox. I chatted with a neighbor who affirmed that there were many foxes in the neighborhood and that they roam far and wide. I know she was right, but her matter of fact truth-telling made me sad. Sad that our fox, who travels through our yard, undoubtedly journeys through other yards. I can almost hear people say, "Oh, there goes our fox again."
I welcome our fox coming through the yard. He doesn't get in the way of my silence, solitude, or simplicity. If it were a human being, male or female--well, I'd be writing a very different story.