We had a beautiful Christmas Day snowfall. The landscape looked wrapped in a blanket of white. Paul and I were standing at the side door looking out of the window when suddenly Paul spotted an animal moving across the field. "A fox!" Paul exclaimed. I was sure he didn't mean me when he said that, because I still had bed-head, and morning breath. Later in the day, I saw Paul go out to the fox tracks and follow them up the hillside into the woods. He stayed up there a long time. While he was gone I imagined our new puppy being attacked by a fox, the grandchildren mistaking it for a "nice doggy", and Qavah wanting to bring it home. I thought about rabies, more than one fox, and danger.
Paul returned with the observation that there were numerous tracks up in the woods, "a real trail of wildlife!" he exclaimed. He commented on the beautiful bushy tail of the fox, and seemed very excited that a creature like that would show off his red fur in the stark-white snow. I thought, "He seems very happy about the visit from the fox, and the same fox has made me feel cautious!" This is another reason why marriage is good. Two perspectives are better than one.
All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.