Almost deep dusk – he knocks on my door. I am in the midst of baking muffins and prepping for tonight’s dinner. “Who’s there?” is the call to the unusual timing and knocking. “Are you Connie?” he asks. “No”. However, as I look outside in the frigid cold and see him standing there in full uniform, I realize it’s the Fish and Game Warden come in answer to our inquiry – only it’s almost too late to check on the illegal traps hooked up to the nursery deer fence. Someone is trying to snare fox illegally as they belly-crawl under the fence. I’m glad he’s come, but not when I am timing savory muffins in the oven and searing sea scallops on stovetop whilst I cook quinoa and swiss chard. First time that I’m really cookin’ in a long time, and he appears at my doorstep. I live and work at the same place ~ a lovely non-commute and at the same time – always available come rain or shine, blizzard or hurricane. All at once, after he checks the legality of the traps (and removes them), we converse and bond over a love of fox, deer, coyote, mice, squirrels, opossum and all critters whom, if left to their own devices, would remain in balance as nature does best. A stranger who knocked on my door only an hour earlier leaves as a kindred spirit sharing a love of woodland and forest.
under the fence
ag ~ January 2013