No fox in the picture. Our fox took a brief hiatus from his early morning walk through our yard: we didn't see him for a week. If we didn't see him, he didn't come!
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.
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.