Tracks
We’ve been sick for a week, the smallest one and I, stuck with the stubbornest, nastiest cold I have ever encountered. Coinciding with the first real snow this winter. We haven’t been able to enjoy it properly, but watching it from the windows is not that bad. On Monday, M. and I were in the garden for a bit. He jumped around and I swept the snow from the greenhouse roof. We’ve had several broken panes from strong winds and want to avoid more of them breaking. There were tracks in the garden from many birds and some from what I think is a fox. I thought the fox (which used to have a path through our back garden) had disappeared and I’m kind of happy to have it back.
I hope your fox has returned. I saw my first fox recently. What a treat.
When I read of a fox in your garden I thought of Isabel Dalhousie (an Alexander Mc Call Smith novel character – have you ever read the Sunday Philosophy Club series?-) who sometimes catches a glimpse of a fox which lives in her garden. I love foxes, I’m really thrilled for you.
And then I remembered when I was in Copenhagen ten years ago and we were walking back to the hotel, it was dark and cold and near Rosenborg Slot G and I spotted a fox. A fox in the city. It was strange and amazing and I thought I would never see a fox strolling quietly on a dark night in Milan.
You say fox, I can talk for hours. (have you ever seen “the fox and the child” movie?)
Seems like cold and flu are particulary tough this year.
Hope everything is ok, now.