Theodish Thoughts

Musings on Theodism, religion, mythology, history, and contemporary Heathenry

Category: foxes

A late night encounter

As I was driving home last night from a wonderful ritual celebrating Walpurgisnacht, where I led an ecstatic dance ritual I call “Dancing the Brocken”, I saw a fox on the road.

Totally dark, “real country dark” as Alex DeLarge might say, and there was the fox in my headlights, happy as a camper.  He made his way into the field on the right side of the road and disappeared.

I know it’s just a random encounter with an animal late at night on the road, that happens a thousand times a day, but for some reason it struck me as being significant.

Fox Trifecta!

Pity about the poor fox, of course, but interesting in its own way.

A man who decided to take home a fox he hit on the road wrecked his SUV after the animal he thought was dead revived.

Tommy Fox ran over the fox last Wednesday near Dover, Tenn., as he returned home from work, the Leaf Chronicle reports.

Thinking the animal was dead, he decided to take the animal home to cut off its tail as a souvenir, Dale Grandstaff of the Tennessee Wildlife Resources Agency told the paper.

“The tails are real bushy and pretty and thick this time of year,” Grandstaff said.

Instead, the driver flipped his GMC Jimmy trying to keep the fox — that had awoken in the backseat — from biting him, Grandstaff told the paper.

Fox suffered minor injuries and bruises, the Leaf Chronicle reports. The fox died, though it was unclear if it was from initial injuries or the subsequent wreck of the

From, of course, Fox news.

A Funny Thing Happened On The Way to the Fórn

Every Thursday (which, for those in the know, actually starts at what the modern time-keepers call Wednesday night, since days go dusk-to-dusk), I make an offering to my god-post, carved in the image of Thor, to give thanks to the Aesir and Alfar for what They do for myself and my family.

Well, I did so tonight as I usually do, and as I was winding it up, I noticed something moving immediately to my right. It was low to the ground, but long, and white or silver-gray in color. It was most certainly not the local groundhog, which is both much darker in color and very shy around people. This thing kept coming towards me despite my raising my voice (hoping to avoid a meeting with some sort of predator).

Thinking about it, and remembering the image of what I saw, it definitely could have been a fox.

Now, I’m the last person to go around ascribing supernatural causes to things that could be perfectly natural. But my fetch is a fox, and this thing did not act like a wild animal would normally act around a human.

I’ll pay attention to my dreams tonight, that’s for sure.

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