We all miss our beautiful fox, who is apparently no longer with us. He simply hasn't shown up here this year.



But every so often I dream that he is back. The first one, it was early spring (in the dream) and the bushes had not leafed out, so I could see him walking on the river ice. I called to get his attention, but he didn't hear me, or ignored me.

The second was that I pulled into the yard, coming back from the store one day, and there was the fox, and he had been injured, but would recover. He was lying next to a large dog that was also road-weary.

Last night it was that the fox was in the back yard, and stood just like this:



I rushed to get my camera to take a picture for you all, and had trouble getting it to work. Meanwhile, I was thinking about what was in the refrigerator that the fox would like. Goodness! I was so very excited because now I was sure he would be back for good.

But the fox didn't wait around for food. He dug some rags out of a hollow tree stump, draped them over himself, and ran off across the yard.

Dreams are not predictive, they are how our subconscious works out the inputs from our waking life, so I'm not sure how to interpret these dreams. But anyway, for those brief moments, at least in my mind, I'm happy to see our fox.