Can you love a wild animal?
Do you remember a special event, perhaps a birthday? Are you excited when you anticipate the event, and if there is a mystery, even better? It is the same for me these last few mornings, will I see her again? I speak of Amber the fox who adds to my excitement of getting up in the morning.
I think I am in love, if that is the right word. Can you be in love with a fox? It has only been the last few days the elusive creature has stayed around long enough for me to observe and photograph her. My friend thinks Amber is pregnant, so my imagination sees fox cubs running around my garden in a few months.
I love the floppy ears of Amber, her pensive sad and shy eyes. She is beautiful in a sort of magical way, fragile, naïve and caught between trust that she is safe and the wary nature of a creature living in a dangerous world. She desires the warmth of the sun rather than the cold darkness of her den situated I think behind the garden fence.
Since the two days I photographed her sitting in my garden, I look out for her. Yesterday she was not there, and I felt a twinge of loss. I saw her today sitting amongst the fallen branches of a conifer tree, watchful, that same enchanting expression. I feel her fragile presence, something small in the vastness of the universe, insignificant and tiny against the multitude of enemies arrayed to destroy her. If it is true that she carries fox cubs, it adds to the enchanting mystery, something waiting to manifest into the universe, little fox cubs that may one day play in my garden.