Little Reasons
Yesterday I met a fox. He walked right up the driveway like he was heading to the cat food for a snack. I spoke to him. He stopped and listened, then continued on his way. He seemed relatively unperturbed that I was out there. I followed him for a bit as he walked around the pool, sniffing as he went. Every once in a while he stopped and looked at me, but he never got in a hurry. He just went on about his business.
It was a nice contrast to the raccoons who bolt and run the moment I come out the door. They’re fat little thieves, who act like they’re up to no good all the time. Beats me why they feel that way. I’ve really done nothing to antagonize them. I’m pretty much a live and let live kind of guy. I do try to keep the deer away, and so far that works, but I figure there’s not much I can do about racoons, armadillos, possums, and skunks. They’re little night creatures who seem to do more good than harm. I mean, they scavenge and eat grubs, and that seems pretty good to me.
As for the fox, this is only the second time I’ve seen it live. One day I saw it out the window as it walked along by the back porch. Mostly I capture its comings and goings on various surveillance cameras, which makes it sound like I live on a secure estate, but they’re left over from the days, when I had to be able to put eyes on my dementia suffering bride. Now that I’ve seen the fox twice, live, I suspect I’ll see it again because I’d really like to, and that gives me another little thing to anticipate, another little reason to live.