Keeping my life real
If not for the dog, I might never know when some of my neighbours stop by. These are quiet neighbours, at least during daylight hours, and they tend to watch me from afar. So, this afternoon, when the dog put on a “song and dance routine”, I stepped outside. There he was, in full vulpine glory. Keeping a low profile beside the garden beds, with an ear tuned to every sound.
I had to get out there, with the camera. This visitor is young; part of the litter from several weeks ago, and doesn’t seem to be in awe of me or the noisy hound. We circled each other (although I didn’t spot a camera on his side). And finally, I returned to the house. He approached, and I took a few more quick photos, until the dog decided to make a break for it.
That’s not a good thing. Right now, traffic is limited, but on a regular summer afternoon…
I returned, got a leash and a big biscuit, and set off to recover my runaway. Oddly, the fox had already flanked him, and returned to see what I was intending. The dog, overcome with curiosity, came up behind me (I knew that biscuit was the real attraction), and I was able to click the leash on his collar and return home. The fox? He stayed under cover, in the trees.
We’re now at a standoff. The dog is standing watch by the bird feeders, and I’m hoping for another opportunity with my camera. Wildlife keeps my life “real”.
