Eurola
23 Feb 2007
Genealogy / Poland- Stories from the Ancestors Homeland [20]
A wild life story...sniffed by a fox.
I was 11 or 12 years old and walked to school about 1km (less than a mile). My walk was throughout a real nice, thick pine forest. My father was a forest ranger and we lived in a beautiful house called 'lesniczowka'. There were no houses between our home and the school. It was a winter, February or March, and there was still a lot of snow. I followed a path made by people walking to cut across going to the next village over.( It was much shorter walk than using the road.) As I walked, I suddenly heard a strange noise behind me. I looked back and there were two wild, red faxes running on the path straight at me. My heart skipped a beat and I moved slightly to the side. The first one passed me by running, the beautiful fluffy tail brushed my long, winter coat...but the second one slowed down and then stopped. I froze and I did not look at him, just observed him from the corner of my eye. I did not move. (My father always said not make sudden moves, if we (kids) come across a wild animal). The fax stood there and I was just imagining the moment he will bare his teeth and bite me...then I get rabies and die before anybody can save me...
Well, it did not happen. He just sniffed my coat...hasitated a little and off he went after the first one. My knees were shaking a little and I was not sure, if I should turn around and go back home or keep on going ahead. However, being a brav, forest girl and not wanting to miss my class I followed the foxes. I did not see them again.
When I told my parents about my adventure, my father jokingly said that after sniffing me the fox realized that I was "a wrong female" so he went after the one he was chasing already... :)
A wild life story...sniffed by a fox.
I was 11 or 12 years old and walked to school about 1km (less than a mile). My walk was throughout a real nice, thick pine forest. My father was a forest ranger and we lived in a beautiful house called 'lesniczowka'. There were no houses between our home and the school. It was a winter, February or March, and there was still a lot of snow. I followed a path made by people walking to cut across going to the next village over.( It was much shorter walk than using the road.) As I walked, I suddenly heard a strange noise behind me. I looked back and there were two wild, red faxes running on the path straight at me. My heart skipped a beat and I moved slightly to the side. The first one passed me by running, the beautiful fluffy tail brushed my long, winter coat...but the second one slowed down and then stopped. I froze and I did not look at him, just observed him from the corner of my eye. I did not move. (My father always said not make sudden moves, if we (kids) come across a wild animal). The fax stood there and I was just imagining the moment he will bare his teeth and bite me...then I get rabies and die before anybody can save me...
Well, it did not happen. He just sniffed my coat...hasitated a little and off he went after the first one. My knees were shaking a little and I was not sure, if I should turn around and go back home or keep on going ahead. However, being a brav, forest girl and not wanting to miss my class I followed the foxes. I did not see them again.
When I told my parents about my adventure, my father jokingly said that after sniffing me the fox realized that I was "a wrong female" so he went after the one he was chasing already... :)