Foxes For Bloomsday.

From James Joyce's Ulysses

The cock crew

The sky was blue:

The bells in heaven

Were striking eleven.

Tis time for this poor soul

To go to heaven.

-- What is that?

-- What, sir?

-- Again, sir. We didn't hear.

Their eyes grew bigger as the lines were repeated. After a silence Cochrane said:

-- What is it, sir? We give it up.

Stephen, his throat itching, answered:

--- The fox burying his grandmother under a hollybush.

One Bloomsday, roses bloomed on a bush in my yard that hadn't had flowers for many years. Another Bloomsday, it was a mountain flower riot of rhododendrons

This year, it’s a skulk of foxes.

Not under a hollybush - under my front porch, right next to my door.



  1. Wow! Great photos of those foxes.

    It's the first time I ever heard of a fox family living under someone's porch...that's special.

    Life is full of wonders...

  2. You are incredibly lucky. I'm envious. I want to see fox cubs!

  3. How curious and bold they are. Enchanting!