One fox

The remains of this month's moon was bright above us. Two stars shone even brighter in the east, the broken clouds allowing only a glimpse of the sky.

We reached the park in good time. As we walked the park road  the dogs almost pranced - heads up, ears at alert. Even the walker could tell that something was close.

The fox left the darkness under the pecan trees and walked across the street in front of us. He glanced at us before moving through the grass to the woods' edge.

He stood looking at us. It was as if he was tempting us for those few moments; as if he wished to say, "Come. Follow me into the woods."

The dogs pulled on their leads. They breathed heavily as they strained to give chase. They reached his scent trail and were ready to track.

But we don't track into the woods...we don't follow in the dark, into the darker unknown...not today.




Our morning count:

20 cars
2 stars

1 bird began to sing two blocks from the park
2 delivery trucks (one the Redwing Boot mobile store! - one the milk truck)
3 fluttering dark grey moths

1 bird perched at the top of the neighbor's tree sang every tune in his repertoire as we reached home