SeeSaw and the fox

The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog. (a sentence we wrote in artistic cursive in grade school…to use all 26 letters, memories!)

Max was on his second sleep as Jack and I sleepily sipped our morning java, when Jack spied the red fox skipping across our backyard. Impressed we all jumped to our feet to get a better look at the beautiful creature, feet away from us, most likely hunting for food after a long winter’s fast. With a little encouragement Max was awoken and ushered out to chase the fox to the turkey “sanctuary” next door.

And so it begins, the tension between hungry animals and the chickens, the plants emerging from the ground, the woodchucks and bunnies eyeing my vegetable starts…the fences we dig in and the barriers we build, the sprays we shower to control the bugs…and the ingenuity of the world of nature to outsmart us. I accept the challenge every year, but know that sharing is how it works best…because like back in grade school, the seesaw needed two to play!