Despite its wet, raw
coolness, this spring has provided some joyful observation.
Blue jays, in their
sartorial splendour, gorge greedily on seed we have spread on the ground. There
are as many as 18 of them throating seeds almost non-stop, pausing occasionally
to shoo away chipmunks that are racing about crazily, trying to get their
share.
At a suet cage swinging
above this feeding frenzy, a remarkable sight. A rosy-breasted grosbeak and its
mate peck at the tallow needed to warm and energize them in this prolonged
chilly spring.
It has been years since we
have seen any type of grosbeak, once a common sight at our lake place.
Just as exciting, a flock of
sunshine yellow finches descends on the Niger seed feeder. They are another
touch of beauty that we have not seen in a while.
The Jays, grosbeaks, finches
and two red spotted wood peckers lift spirits dampened by sullen grey skies.
But then a doleful face
appears at the clearing’s edge, threatening to chase off the colour and cheer.
The face looks familiar, but it is not until he steps fully into the clearing
that I recognize him.
It is Black Sox, the wily
red fox who visits every spring. At least I think it is him, although it could
be one of his progeny, or even a totally different fox.
I am convinced it is Black
Sox, however, when I see his front legs, which are rich black from shoulders to
feet. All red foxes have black on their legs but none I have seen has such
prominent full black stockings.
Not only is his face
doleful, his entire appearance is dispirited. He reminds me of a down and out
city street person who has lost hope and is ready to give up.
Black Sox obviously has had
a rough winter. His coat is thin and matted, his tail lacking lustre and
bushiness. He is painfully thin and appears weak.
He might be suffering from
mange, the awful skin disease caused by mites, but I see no patches of raw skin
in his fur. He also might have an intestinal parasite eating away his insides. Or,
perhaps he is undernourished from lack of food during a long winter of deep
snow worsened by episodes of freezing rain.
Foxes feed mainly on small
mammals such as mice and voles during winter because berries and insects are not available. But
from my observations mice were scarce last winter because they hit their
four-year population peak last year and now are at the low point of a new
cycle.
Whatever the reason, it is
sad to see Black Sox in such a sorry state. Red foxes are beautiful and among
the cleverest of forest animals. They are even credited with teaching indigenous
people how to capture ducks for food.
Foxes have been known to go
to the edge of a water body where ducks are plentiful and start acting crazy,
jumping and rolling about for no apparent reason. Ducks are curious birds and
will swim close to shore to see why the fox is acting so silly. One quick lunge
and the fox has dinner.
Hunters from early tribes copied
the trick by tying a fox skin to a stick and wriggling it crazily from behind a
bush or in a patch of reeds. When ducks approached to see what the commotion
was about, the hunter tossed a net over them.
Some people believe that
foxes have magical powers. I would like to believe that Black Sox’s magic
brought all those colourful birds to brighten our spring. Probably not, but it
is a pleasant thought.
I also want to believe that
Black Sox does have magic that he will use to heal himself. And that the next
time I see him his coat is fluffy and vibrant, his black socks velvety smooth and
his eyes radiating his keen intelligence.
The real magic of Black Sox,
and foxes in general, is that they remind us that life, inside and outside the
forest, can be difficult and at times dangerous. But they also teach us that using
our intelligence, instead of our emotions, will help us to manage whatever life
throws at us.
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