Category: WildLife

Chester and Sylvie

The kits are out and about

A few weeks back I wrote Vasch and Euste Join Us for Some Casual Dining. I have mentioned the possibility of fox kits in Vasch the Fox. We knew kits were out there (we’d heard them crying more than one night) and waited patiently until they made their presence known.

Sure enough, a few nights back that’s just what they did.

Welcome Chester and Sylvie, Vasch and Euste’s kits from earlier this year (we think).


We, of course, are thrilled that Chester and Sylvie have human-pronounceable names.

But they are fox.

They could be foolin’ us.

My How They’ve Grown

And no TXTing at the table, either.

I mentioned In Beryl the Community Organizer that Hecate’s kits have grown.

I wouldn’t want you to think I was fooling you.

No, Hecate’s kits have grown. Sometimes she lets them dine with her, more often it’s not a happy family. The Wild doesn’t sanction children living at home beyond their years, something they often remind me when we see Two-Legs coming to-and-fro in the neighborhood.

I explain about college loans and dwindling economy. They laugh. They ask if I’ve ever heard of “loss of habitat” or “environmental collapse”.

Touche’, Old Ones.

In any case, Hecate’s kits:

Do you noticed that not a one of them has their cellphone at the table?

Vasch and Euste Join Us for Some Casual Dining

Table for Two?

I mentioned Vasch and Euste in an earlier post about one of their kits, Pascha. Specifically, I asked Pascha to tell his folks that the tavern is still open.

Good kit that he is, he hurried home to let his folks know.

A few nights later Vasch and Euste graced our table. Casual dining, of course, nothing fancy and always lots of fun.

You’ll note that Vasch goes to check the salad bar. Loves his greens, that one.

Pascha the Fox

Children amongst The Old Ones

Cooler nights bring different friends to our tavern. Often these are new friends, children of old friends. These new friends tell us of their parents. Some have moved on, some have passed on, some are still around and we say, “Say hello for us. Let them know the tavern’s still open. Best ale, grog, mead and fixen’s around.”

Case in point, Pascha the Fox. Pascha is Vasch and Euste‘s kit from a few years back, come a visitin’.

One wonders if, having graduated from college somewhere, he’s returned to live in their basement for a while until he figures out what he wants to do, until he “finds himself”.

We’ve done the best we could with you, now it’s time for you to be on your own.

 
Such things don’t happen in The Wild. Once out of the nest, you’re out of the nest. Offspring and siblings will return and sometimes the greetings are warm and friendly, more often not.

The Wild is older – much older – and definitely wiser – far wiser – than Two-Legs. It’s “We’ve done the best we could with you, now it’s time for you to be on your own.”

Still, Pascha came through and we gave him good greetings.

I mean, wouldn’t you? He is a fox.

Beryl the Community Organizer

To dine among friends. Even the Two-Legged kind.

Ah, Beryl. First mentioned in Hecate and The Munching Wallendas (and I’ll have to show you soon how they’ve grown) and then in his own post, Beryl the Rabbit, we have more of Beryl.

I would have posted about our resident WildLife sooner and I’ve been busy with a final rewrite of The Augmented Man before sending off to the publisher (it’s due out in 25 Jul 2019).

So it goes for us two-leggers. Commitments sometimes cramp our style.

Not so The Old Ones.

Definitely not so with Beryl (sorry, still no video of Berylia. We have seen Berylina and possibly Beryt, though).

Beryl, we’ve discovered, is quite the community organizer. Whenever and wherever Beryl dines, others gather for the conversation, the gossip, the fun, the laughter (at Two-Legs expense, no doubt), and the good times in general.

At first we thought Beryl was channeling Noah. All the others seem to appear in twos.

Didn’t last long though.
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