One of the joys of living in the bush, are the occasional encounters I have had with wildlife. In going through my 1993 diary, I came upon one of those memorable encounters which happened one night when I went out into the woodpile to get some firewood.
I picked out some pieces of wood, cradling them in my arms, then turned back toward the house to carry it in. Suddenly a fox came out of the darkness and trotted across the driveway toward me. It shuffled through the snow to the far end of the woodpile, sniffing around. I was very surprised, knowing how wary wild animals are to humans. The fox then walked around walked around the end of the woodpile and started headed directly toward me.
This seemed very bizarre. Surely, I thought, it was aware of me standing there, but maybe it was paying all of its attention to sniffing around. Just to make sure that it knew I was there, I spoke out to it.
“Hey fox, I am here. “
However, the fox seemed totally unconcerned about my presence. This was pretty amazing, so I yelled to my wife who was in the house, so she could come out and see the fox, but unfortunately, she was busy playing the piano, so didn’t hear me.
The fox then turned its back to me and walked calmly away, disappearing back into the darkness from where it came.
Of course, this was not some dramatic wildlife encounter, but it was an incident that has always stuck with me, because of the fox’s trust that I didn’t present a danger to it.
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