I know that some readers yesterday wanted to know what happened next when the fox saw the wrens on the bird feeder. Well, the wrens fluttered around in a most unconcerned manner. The fox saw me and watched me and then wandered off, apparently not interested in the birds at all!
Thanks for part II, :~)
ReplyDeleteJust one of those touristy birders, eh?
ReplyDeleteGlad that little scene ended well, and while it inspired much drama in your haiku, it wasn't played out in reality.
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ReplyDeleteJust want to say I loved your verse in your Monday post and glad to hear that nothing bad happened to the birds.
That's excellent! :)
ReplyDeleteI suppose a wren would hardly be a mouthful for a fox, would it. Alls well that ends well then.
ReplyDeleteDear Juliet, I love foxes and their stare. And I would go fox-hunting ONLY to see one and its stare. Obviously I would go alone with no dogs and on a horse with padded hooves.
ReplyDeleteI have written a post that I feel might be in tune with crafty greenness although it's mainly about weather and water. And it's only based on words since I am not good at photos that in this case would help.
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