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I am a mother, a teacher, and a nature lover. I grew up on a mountain we called Owls' Knob in the Ozarks of Arkansas. The first seven years of my life were spent living in a log cabin, far from a store or streetlight, without electricity or running water and after twenty years of travel, I returned to the abondoned homestead. Now I live on a hill by a small lake and work at a public garden. These are stories about nature written from a women deeply influenced by place.

Friday, March 30, 2012

Proud Fox Scat


While driving down Happy Hollow road near the south east end of Fayetteville the other morning, a red fox ran into my lane. I slowed and it stopped in front of my car with a slightly resentful look in its eyes. The fox seemed to be fearless as it trotted down the center lane slowly. I crept behind it in my car. The fox stopped after about a hundred yards and looked back at my car, as if it were trying to say, "Why are you following me?" Then it walked into the opposite lane, hiked up its tail, and took a shit, all the while glaring at my car.  Then the proud fox scraped its hind claws against the cement, trying to flick some dirt on its scat, as it walked away. With its nose in the air, it sauntered off the street and into a neighbor's yard, I thought about how strange the encounter seemed. Our relationship with nature has changed and its relationship with us is not the same. In so many ways it is all very strange. I honestly hope this fox does not pick a fight with a car that is in more of a hurry than I, because it would surely be a loosing fight.

A red fox preparing to take a shit in the street while glaring at me!

2 comments:

  1. I always tell the kids you can have more wildlife sightings in town. The last red fox I saw was near Fast Lanes in Rogers! This does of course depend on what you mean by wild in the word "wild"life. ;)

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  2. It is true, you will see more mammals in town (which is what kids think of when you say wildlife) they just might not be very "wild".

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