As I mentioned in my post yesterday, this past September I spent a magical week staying at my favorite beach house in Wellfleet, Massachusetts. Wellfleet is a wonderful place to visit for so many reasons including the abundant fresh seafood, friendly locals, and beautiful beaches but one of my most favorite things about Wellfleet is the vast amount of wildlife you encounter while you are there. Between Wellfleet’s seashore, the Wellfleet Bay Wildlife Sanctuary, and other small parks and beaches of the town, over 70% of the land in Wellfleet is Federally Protected allowing all sorts of curious critters to roam free among the beaches and marshlands of Wellfleet.
One visitor my boyfriend and I have seen over the past few years is a beautiful fox I affectionately refer to as Senor Fox. Last year’s Wellfleet trip was the first time we encountered Senor Fox, often seeing him roaming the grounds around the house as the sun was setting, accompanied by another fox with a white tuft at the end it’s tail as opposed to Senor Fox’s tail that had a black fluffy tip. This past September I was so looking forward to seeing Senor Fox again but it wasn’t until our fifth day there that I looked out the dining room window and was delighted to see two, pointed, fuzzy ears hopping up and down among the high grass in the backyard of the beach house, Senor Fox had arrived. I shouted “FOX” to alert my boyfriend before I ran out onto the back porch that overlooks the enchanting Wellfleet Harbor. The enclosed porch hovers just above a small stone step-way that leads down to the house’s private beach below and with bated breath I stood there, waiting for Senor Fox to appear on the beach below where I had seen him several times the year before. I anxiously waited, looking around wondering where he could be and hoping I didn’t scare him off with my thunderous footsteps as I ran from the dinning room to the porch that evening.
Then he appeared on the beach below me, making his way along the sand, taking graceful and delicate steps, only pausing a few times to look up at me, his awestruck admirer. He was alone this time and looked much larger then I remembered him being the year before, his face had matured, his snout was longer, his body more lean and muscular. Although despite all of these changes as I watched him play on the beach and among the dune grass I knew beyond a doubt that it wasn’t another fox that had come to join me that evening, it was the very same Senor Fox I had met before, with the same black fluffy tip on his tail.
It appeared Senor Fox had gone through some changes over the past year, grown up a little more, become a little wiser, and bit stronger and more independent than before. As the sun began to slip behind the skyline, he took one last look at me and then made his way down the beach and out of site. I made my way into the house to sit down in front of the living room fireplace with my dogs by my side and my boyfriend assembling a puzzle on the coffee table behind me feeling such a warm feeling of happiness that I had seen my friend Senor Fox again. As I reflected on my visit with Senor Fox that evening I could not help but wonder when he looked at me that evening if he recognized me, even though I looked another year older, a little bit more grown up, a little wiser, a bit stronger, and more independent than before. I am already counting down the days until we return next year and I do hope I get to see my friend again.