Fox and Geese

We’re having a heat wave. (Sorry, all you east coasters with snow and whatnot to contend with.) Riding home tonight, I was just about to cross the creek and looked up. A perfect V of geese was flying north-northeast. I’m not sure what kind of goose—the moon wasn’t up yet and they weren’t calling. They’re in a hurry, though: it will be hotter tomorrrow.

Other side of the creek, my bike light caught a couple of eyes. I was pretty sure it was a skunk, but it turned out to be a fox. It turned its head and watched me as I rode past. No hint at all of running away.

We’ve been enjoying a CD by a young California-based bluegrass band, Nickel Creek. They’ve arranged a traditional song about a fox that goes off looking for geese…

The Fox went out on a chilly night
He prayed for the moon to give him light
For he’d many a mile to go that night
Before he reached the town-o, town-o, town-o
He’d many a mile to go that night, before he reached the town-o