Fox On the Run
You might say that we are an urban family, living in the City of Buffalo
and our dog Harold being lost and found here (thanks to the City of Buffalo
Animal Shelter). So, country visits are cool and taken advantage of by all.
They are also rare, and mainly consist of Val’s weekly (during the
summer and spring) therapeutic horse riding sessions at the Rivendell
Recreation Center on South Wales. While Val does her therapy session, Harold
and I take a long country walk on the surrounding rolling country roads.
Saturday is the day for Val’s horse
riding, and this Saturday appeared to be a fine day for a walk; cloudy
(hopefully the rain would not come), a bit cool and breezy but still with the
temperature in the 60s, so neither Harold nor I would feel too hot or tire too
fast. Happily, it also meant that I didn’t have to wear a hat. After Harold and
I walked Val over to the stable and into the fine hands of the staff and
volunteers at Rivendell (and these volunteers and staff are simply incredible people),
off we went over the lawn and onto Warner Hill Road.
Warner Hill Road, like the other roads in this rural area, is rolling
lanes through mostly farms and horse stables, often both, along with houses,
many old but some new builds. We take one of two basic routes, and this day we
took Warner Hill Road about 3/4 of a mile (maybe a bit longer) to Merlau
Road;
we turn down Merlau Road, with a couple more homes but still very large
properties and some farming, which heads mainly downhill at first. Harold and I
usually go about 3/4 of a mile before heading back, making our walk about 3
miles, taking about 50 minutes and perfect timing for when Val’s session ends.
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Harold is in his glory during these country walks, with all of the
scents and smells from animals, birds, crops, horses, cows and the like, of
course with a lot of attention paid to the waste left behind by the animals.
Harold also enjoys actual appearances by these animals, as well as some aquatic
life. But about a half-mile down Merlau, we encountered even more interesting
scents; first, a mound of brown fur kind of taken apart, then a larger pile
with what appeared to be dried blood. The stench was incredible, that of a dead
animal.
Before we found anything more, while Harold was busy sniffing the fur,
something caught my eye a couple of yards down the road. I looked up and saw a
red fox crossing from our side of Merlau to the other; just then, Harold looked
up and saw the fox, first stiffening his back and then starting to pull me toward
the fox. The fox looked at us, noticed Harold and took off across the street
and was last seen leaping into the tree line. Harold tried pulling more until I
told him that we weren’t going to chase the fox, and then tugged once on the
leash and he followed me.
We started to walk
back, but noticed the smell had become even worse, and in a couple of steps we
came across the rest of the carcass of a woodchuck, smelling to high hell and
teeming with maggots. Harold of course wanted to investigate further, but I
convinced him otherwise and we returned to Rivendell in a few minutes. Harold
maintained his usual Short Attention Span Theatre while I kept looking along
the tree line and fields for the fox. We did get to see who I believe is the
same red-winged blackbird we see every week we walk this way fly above us a
couple of times and land on a utility pole. Upon our return, Harold once again
enjoyed the smells of the horses and stable, and Val continues to tell him that
they are kind of like really big horses.