Remember the safety briefing about deer, coyotes, bears, mountain lions, hikers, bicyclists, and dogs? Add foxes to the list.
Last Friday, I left work much later than everyone else because I had dealt with so many IT issues, I felt like I wanted to sit down and accomplish something real before the end of my first week.
[Administrivia, setting up a personal computer and gaining access to shared network resources take up a good chunk of time when starting any job. Add the complexity of working in a national supercomputing center and in a department that runs a pretty big development system before rolling out services to the world and you get a window into my last two weeks.]
Besides, we enjoyed a pretty good thunderstorm last Friday and I didn't relish carrying empty cardboard boxes out in the rain.
Imagine my surprise when I walked out the back (loading dock) door and encountered a fox. Perhaps the fox was as startled by me as I was by it. I hesitated, and decided to slowly walk away, toward my car. The fox moved away, too.
Then, I wondered about the wisdom of turning my back to a predator and looked back. It had turned back to look at me, too! Smart animal. I'm a predator, too.
Doug Rodda's Fox page. Copyright Doug Rodda and used with permission.
As I drove away, I saw the fox had moved back to the original location where we first met. I wonder what it was waiting for. Godot?
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