"O Israel, thy prophets are like the foxes in the deserts" Eze. 13:4. "And Jesus saith unto him, The foxes have holes, and the birds of the air [have] nests; but the Son of man hath not where to lay [his] head." Mat 8:20

Red Fox Pup(s) Morro Bay, CA 27 May 2008

I was distressed to learn foxes are the most hunted dogs in the entire world. In every nation, innocent foxes are considered vermins. Some even went far to make a sport at hunting them down with bigger dogs. And worst of all, to possess their furs, something I wouldn't desire to wear it.

Truly, a dog eat dog event. Absolutely disgusting, if I would tell you. Surely, you would know. You would have deja vu, sure enough. Because you have been in that situation before, just like them, foxes.

Foxes are one of my favorite dogs, that are, wild dogs. I have encountered them throughout my life. They are blessing in sight to behold. The instrinic handworks of our Creator a long gone ago revealed itself through them foxes.

My greatest encounter with that awesome creature was in Rochester, New York around 1985. I was walking in the neck of the woods behind a Rochester Institute of Technology campus next to a large cornfield.

Heading back to my dormitory, I was treading on a well worn path through thickly densed foliage. Suddenly, I saw a small furry thiing bobbing out of the hole in the ground ahead of me. I stopped and stood still.

I held my breath, walked backward near the foliage,and struggled to remain still. I was trying to be like those bushes. About 10 minutes later, small furry head finally emerged. He was looking hard to find me.

I realized it was a fox pup. Finally, he slowly climbed out of its hole and show himself. I was literally blown away. Beautiful and majestic. A rare puppy, if you will, the one you cannot have.

That cub detected me and dashed back into its hole. I want to see more so I stayed longer, remaining still and breathing slowly. It's hard to do it after having held my breath that long. You would be panting like a wild deer.

The cub came out of hole again, stood still and looked at me. He moved his head in my direction, its eyes behelding me, and its nose sniffing my scent. I was about 10 feets away.

The time I spent with my new friend was priceless. It's like watching a wildlife documentary on television. Only I was on the scene with that fox in the wood. Live! Action!

Then I resumed walking. That fox pup, I called him, Henry, darted back into its hole. And as I walked past that hole, I saw several other holes. Foxes dens! Smart they are, indeed. Wow!

Then I looked back and saw Henry peeking at me, his handsome head slightly above the hole on the ground. Frightened Henry was, I sensed. I waved and said "goodbye, Henry".

I long to see any fox again simply to praise our Creator and recreate that experience again. Blessed be Creator. And why did IT allow that fox to be greatly persecuted by its own larger breeds and humans, I will never know.

Isn't Creator trying to tell me to love one another, in other words, love my neighbors? Therefore, remind yourself, in that dog eat dog world, love one other and do good to other.

That act of random kindness is the highest good deed you could merit. If those foxes have voices, they surely will speak and warn us.