A Lesson Learned

I didn’t tell the whole story of how the fox got in my car, and why it stole our tobacco, as I was a bit fried when I got home. But it was a lesson for Willow I’d like to share.

We were going down Arowhan, one of our favourite places, when we stopped by the old fox den. Supposedly it had been removed/disturbed and the foxes had vacated some time ago. The father fox is very old, about 10-12 years, which is unheard of for wild foxes. But he’s clearly wise to the ways of people and makes a good living befriending visitors! I believe I’ve encountered him a few years ago.

Despite seeing no evidence of foxes, we stopped and I gave a blessing with my rattle and sprinkled herbs from my rawhide bottle. As I prayed, Willow walked into the trees. She was going to leave some tobacco too, but decided she didn’t need to.

Then she called to me, and I followed the sound of her  voice, utterly astonished to see a fox sitting right beside her! It was the father fox, I’m pretty sure. He came right up to me.

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Then, we watched him wander over to the car…where I’d left the doors open! Clearly a seasoned thief, he jumped right in and helped himself.

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Then…he stole a whole bag of cigarettes! We believe he was telling Willow to take the time to give tobacco blessings. Well, a big blessing was given that day, because we followed him and his kits around but never recovered the tobacco.

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The foxes were sweet and played with us, leading us around and stopping for us to catch up. What a wonderful moment, just sitting on a log surrounded by three or four of them!

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Algonquin Blessings

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I have no adequate words to express how blessed I have been. We had an amazing, magical time in Algonquin, full of awe-inspiring encounters with wildlife. We drove and drove and I prayed, May my wild spirit brethren come! and come they did. We heard wolves howl, fed the grey jays by hand, and came so close to gorgeous moose, one with the most expressive, sweet expression.

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We also came across a family of foxes who were WAY too friendly. We’d left the car doors open…so one hopped in, and before we could stop it, he stole a bag of cigarettes! Willow gave chase, but they were teasing and playing with us and we never got them back.

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Willow and I gave blessings and great thanks. It really was everything we could have wanted, and more.

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Algonquin Photos

As I go through Algonquin-withdrawal, I’m looking at photos from our previous trips, and I thought I’d share.

My wife’s so cute, I couldn’t help but post a picture of her cooking bacon…on a shovel.

Me feeding the grey jays. If you hold out your hand, they’ll swoop right down and land on it.

My wife and a grey jay.

A beaver, probably at the dam on Arowhon.

Me feeding a tame fox on Arowhon road. He looks scruffy but was doing well for himself and his family of kits!

We named him Chunky.

Is it any wonder why I want to go back?