I’ve had some animal incidents since I moved to Buffalo. If you want to be really entertained, get me drunk one night and ask me about “our horse…” but that’s for another post.
Right now I would like to address a slightly smaller animal currently affecting my commute. (Yes, all 60 feet of it.)
We have acquired a fox on our block. Our city. block. And the boy has cojones. Our neighbors have chickens, so I’m sure that’s what the slick fellow is actually after, but it’s very unnerving that he won’t move out of the way when I’m trying to park my car. And when I get out of my vehicle, he
still.
doesn’t.
move.
In fact, on several evenings, during his bold escapades, he’s actually taken a few steps toward me, beginning to make his way around my car.
Now, foxes. They’re a little cute. They’re good looking animals. Those tails are spectacular. This is a healthy specimen. A fine creature.
A hunter.
I have NO desire to be closer to this guy. He’s healthy for a reason!! You can see it in his eyes… the gleam of a master of deception… haven’t you ever read the children’s story? “Henny Penny?” Foxes are wily… He probably EATS small humans like me! If my son gets loose, his tiny 20 month old person will become a tasty morsel! And my DOG! Madagan is only 40 pounds! I’m not so sure who would win in a wrestling match, here!
So. Me. The fox. On the very first sighting I hailed the whole building. Everyone saw him. We got right up near him with flashlights. No fear.
I sent my brother a text message to watch out for him because he wasn’t home yet. And to be careful taking the dogs out late at night.
My brother – ‘T’ – has a totally different reaction than mine. My brother. is. STOKED!
T is into hunting. And nabbing a fox has been on his list for a bit. The idea of nailing one with his bow occupies a special place on his bucket list.
(Did I mention we live in the city of Buffalo? Okay. Just making sure you were keeping that in mind.)
So upon arriving home, T actually gears up and heads out to get this thing.
But like I said, this fox is wily. He’s smart.
And he knows.
T goes out, ready for action but this fox is gone. He’s like the wind. There’s no sight of him. The dogs smell nothing. It’s like he was never there.
But everyone in the building saw him! Everyone but T. There have multiple sightings… but never when T is home. Because this fox is a survivor. And he knows when it’s safe.
The walk between my house and the studio has been very thrilling of late. The hunt is on. But the fox, the master, only comes out for unloaded citizens.
It’s not a project update. But the Holidays loom… there’s very little that’s safe to share! I hope instead you can make do with the more bizarre news from McElf GlassWorks. Where, just like Lake Wobegon, the men really are strong, the women really are good looking, and the children truly are above average.
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