Mourning a Dead Fox

Recently Connor and I came across a dead fox at the end of our road. We see lots of foxes around here. Several a week, in fact. It's very exciting. They are such beautiful creatures. Whether you think of them as pests or not, they are still very beautiful.

This one was not hit by a car so may have died of illness or old age. It's coat had been in lovely condition.

Connor needed to linger for quite some time. He was very quiet for a while then started asking lots of questions such as whether or not this particular fox would ever live again.

I wouldn't say he was upset, necessarily, rather he was a little sad but mostly curious and thoughtful. It was an interesting experience.

I don't think I'll ever forget this brief encounter we had with the unfortunate creature. Connor might but I won't.


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Quotes of the Day

Big gap while we have been on the move this summer, during which I have forgotten many a potential quote for this blog. Connor has started talking about death, perhaps because 2 people we knew died earlier this summer, and we stayed in the house of one of them (Paul's aunt Kay) while between apartments. A few times he has said vehemently 'I hate when you die'. Today he asked:

When you die, do your toys die too?

Today I took them to the replica of the Golden Hinde, the ticket office for which had a toy skeleton with an eye patch in the window. This lead Eoin to draw a series of ghost-pirates. One, 'bad-ghost', can juggle cannon balls on his hook and sword, while 'silly-bones', clicks instead of speaks and regularly drops bits of himself. Later we went to watch the remote control car enthusiasts racing their cars in the park. After a while Eoin asked to leave so that he could draw some at home, asserting:

I'm going to be a car designer.