Intimacy with Nature

at 5am My little fur-ball doggie Bobbie (a German Spitz Mittel) = Medium sized dog woke me and was breathing hard, which means he was in discomfort, so I got up immediately and took him out to relieve himself... we went to the field across the road, he leads me when we go out, I let him go where he wants to go, 

so we got to the field, and something in the distance was flapping on the floor, (I didn't have my phone I didn't expect to see anything unusual, but Bobbie or Bubba or Buddy, what I call him differentially went up to the flapping thing...

to my sadness and Horror, it was a half-grown little Fox, that kept picking up its head and then falling back to the ground, its back legs were shivering and it looked like it was dying, one of its eyes was covered in dirt, and looked dried out and half rotted... 

it was in a bad way for sure, perhaps even paralyzed I went near to it and it lifted its head and opened and closed its mouth slowly, I went to touch it to give it comfort "so I thought" After touching its legs and back, I moved up to the head and went to stroke it on the top of its brow, little did I know...

this little Hero had a bit more life in it beyond that which I had estimated... so I went to rub its little head and Guess what...

It bit me with the grip of a newborn baby on a clothesline, (it is a well-known fact a baby can hold its weight soon after birth) and it held on like a crocodile jumping out of the water... to grab its prey...

Jesus what a bite I got, the bite of a lifetime!... so I pulled my hand away up to my chest height, and it was still holding on, it was hanging from my Right index finger... so I started shaking it violently left right then over my head to release it from my finger...

and it let go spinning a few times until it hit the grass again, which is when it stopped moving altogether... I didn't hang around, My finger was gushing a lot of dripping blood... so I left it there... and didn't look back...

(you must have a hard heart; don't look back unless you want a permanently Boken heart, too much sentimentality is enough to give you a mental illness, that is incurable and sadly unendurable...)

ran home in double quick time to wash my wound with "colloidal silver" (do your own research) and the Bob Beck Protocol, i.e. an electronic high-frequency Blood cleanser Zapper" (do your own research I aint yo Momma) yes I am into alternative medicine and therapies... big time...

but I did call my local Pocket Hospital, just down the road, and got seen at 11am-ish, The nurse bathed my wound wrapped it up, and gave me a pile of pills to take over 2 weeks, she checked my last Tetanus injection which turned out to be 2015 so I am still covered...

but what a shock to the system that was... I am fully confident I will survive at least a few more years if not a decade or 2... as I will be 70 on Aug 24th and have an appointment with immortality sometime later, when it comes let's hope it is a quick as OceanGate ill-fated badly made Submersible, but it is quite a shocking Deep schadenfreude when such events happen...

so please do not worry about me; as if... or yourself, as everyone who dies survives the shock of being DEAD instantly, only a violent death by deliberate destruction from another human being is a death we all want to avoid, to see the Sword that decapitates you, is still only a moment of fear, but dear pals fear itself is a horrible thing...

May we all be delivered from eternal subjugation which is what fear infers... in other words may you be delivered from feeling fear or Dread, and ever worry about being dead. it takes care of itself, 'within you, and without you'... (Thanks to George Harrison for the phrase)

thank you for being there to read me, how can I ever thank you: