This morning I had every intention of getting up early and heading out for some pampering, but I woke up at 6:00 (way too early) and fell back to sleep an hour later. I got up at 10:00 and began my morning ritual. Anyone else love to brush their teeth while looking out the window? This is a habit of mine and I notice of our daughters as well.
This morning, rather than spotting the normal idyllic scene, I happened to witness a beautiful red fox nab a SCREAMING squirrel. Our daughter happened to see this from the downstairs, unfortunately getting a closer view. She's a new mother and was contemplating going after the fox. (What she would have done with it, I have no idea). I don't know which was louder: the squirrel in death throes or daughter). The fox looked back over her shoulder as if to ask, "What?" and continued down the hill to her den, squirrel in her mouth. I tried to assuage M's feelings with the thought that this is a mother feeding her kits.
M didn't buy it. She's still upset. But as disconcerting as this was to me, I realize this is just the scheme of things. I'm just wondering if "Eat or be eaten" is the paradigm for all walks of life. Rush Limbaugh comes to mind for some reason...
- I am a retired English teacher and department head, the mother of three, grand mother of three, and have been married to the same man for 42 years. I subscribe to Dr. PM Forni's concept of Civility. I was born in South Philadelphia and grew up in the 'burbs. I love soft pretzels and cheesesteaks, the Phillies, the Eagles, and San Diego. I love being Mom, Aunt Kathy, Nona Kathy, and Teacher. I spend a lot of time in my gardens in the spring and summer, and in the winter I plan what I'm going to plant. I also am an avid reader and photographer.