Surprise Visitor — Fox!

I wasn’t planning to write a blog post today but then we had this lovely surprise fox visitor in the backyard today and I couldn’t resist sharing the photos with you.

Surprise Visitor — Fox!

I won’t write much as I want to take a walk and make some preparations for family game day tomorrow at our house. But here’s a poem by Mary Oliver to think about while you look at the fox photos.

Straight Talk From Fox

Listen says fox it is music to run

over the hills to lick

dew from the leaves to nose along

the edges of the ponds to smell the fat

ducks in their bright feathers but

far out, safe in their rafts of

sleep. It is like

music to visit the orchard, to find

the vole sucking the sweet of the apple, or the

rabbit with his fast-beating heart. Death itself

is a music. Nobody has ever come close to

writing it down, awake or in a dream. It cannot

be told. It is flesh and bones

changing shape and with good cause, mercy

is a little child beside such an invention. It is

music to wander the black back roads

outside of town no one awake or wondering

if anything miraculous is ever going to

happen, totally dumb to the fact of every

moment’s miracle. Don’t think I haven’t

peeked into windows. I see you in all your seasons

making love, arguing, talking about God

as if he were an idea instead of the grass,

instead of the stars, the rabbit caught

in one good teeth-whacking hit and brought

home to the den. What I am, and I know it, is

responsible, joyful, thankful. I would not

give my life for a thousand of yours.

   — Mary Oliver

May you walk in beauty