Pups, kits, cubs; call them whatever you want. But there is no changing one thing about 'our' foxes. That is the fact that the four tiny foxes that were born in our yard are adorable. Each day, our family eagerly awaits the moment we can catch a glimpse of these four darling pups and their beautiful, attentive mother. The pack are slowly feeling more comfortable, exploring more and more, which means we are seeing more playtime as they quickly grow. Today, we saw them go to the end of the yard. They had a blast chasing and nipping each other along the way to and from their safe spot under the porch. The kits also love to roll in a plastic pot, inside a plant and they managed to confiscate Havana's ball to under the porch. When I caught one of them with his/her paw pulling the ball, I gave silent thanks to be privileged to such a rare sight.
Humans tend to think they run the world. Don and I know, and we teaching our girls to know, that the Earth and all her living beings (from plant to four legged and everything in between) are our equal and that we must respect and honor all life on this sacred planet. The Creator of all life is the only one that runs things and we are ALL part of that. It is in that regard that our family feels we are the safe keepers of these charming and delightful cups; we want to help them to grow up safe so they can go out and be free and wild, unharmed. Our backyard, which is now also their backyard, is a safe sanctuary for them to grow. Our time with them is short, they will soon venture on but for now, we are cherishing our time with these delightful and precious pups.
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