Foxy

     "Dad, come and look at this" was my early morning summons. Hailed to a view of mother fox eating a rabbit on our front lawn, this was the latest sighting. It was several weeks ago I first spotted a fox in the cemetery. It watched Trygve and me for awhile and then picked up the squirrel it had captured and ran off through the grave stones. She has six kits and their home is a twelve inch culvert in the cemetery.  St. Mary's is huge, 600 plus acres with 66,000 interred. This morning there was a carcass of hen mallard near their den.
     Seeing the fox reminded me of a story.  One of of my young parishioners played football at Wahpeton State College. Wahpeton was playing St Mary's in Bismarck at St. Mary's one beautiful clear fall day in the stadium looking over the Missouri River Valley.  An eagle was circling above the stadium and a father was pointing it out to his son. Suddenly the eagle made a dive and came up with a rabbit in its talons. The son was upset but the father gave him a long lecture about nature, how nature works and the natural balance between predator and prey. Finally the son broke in saying "But Dad, if you're the rabbit it sucks!" much to the merriment of the nearby fans.
     We had a very good view of the fox but the rabbit paid with its life.

Takk for alt,

Al

Live fox, dead rabbit.