Saturday morning we were
sitting on the deck and watching the birds when there was a burst of scurrying
through leaves and up trees by the squirrels. As we glanced in the direction of
the action we saw a little fox sitting and looking at us with eyes wide open as
if to ask, “What are you?” The fox had a sense that squirrels were to be chased
and caught, but he (or she?) was not sure about us – we were larger than
squirrels. Lily and Lina were also on the deck with us and they regarded the fox
as an intruder – as they bounded down the stairs the fox ran into the woods,
away from the barking dogs.
We love these glimpses of joy
in creation, yes, creation can be cruel thanks to the Fall, but that is on us
and not on creation – creation knows enough to know that things ain’t as they
should be (Romans Chapter 8), we, on the other hand, suppress that truth
(Romans Chapter 1).
While we were living on the
Zuck Homestead a fox chased Lily, then a puppy, onto the front porch and into
the door with a “bang!” When Vickie opened the door to see what was the matter
Lily pushed her out of the way and ran under the bed where she stayed for
hours. Lily is no longer a puppy, and besides Lina was with her, so she could
confidently charge down the deck and after the little fox on Saturday morning.
Once again on the Zuck
Homestead, a fox chased one of Davey and Sally’s cats onto their front porch,
little did the fox know that Wallace, their rat terrier, was on the porch – no doubt
enjoying a siesta. One moment the fox was chasing the cat and the next the dog
was chasing the fox – do not wake up a rat terrier from pleasant dreams, do not
chase a family member of a rat terrier onto a porch…just as William Wallace
fought against all odds, Wallace the Zuck terrier fights against all odds – the
little dog chased the big fox and the big fox ran away.
Joy in the midst of steel and
concrete and asphalt and plastic and poisons and cacophony – we’ll take what we
can get and be thankful for it while we still have it.
Actually Wallace and the fox had a bit of a tête-à-tête, more like an argument. Then he decided he'd better leave.
ReplyDeleteThanks Sally, I would have expected no less from Wallace, gentleman that he is.
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