Just a little while ago, I saw an amazing thing. A beautiful red fox literally flew out of the woods behind our house, caught a small bird in mid-flight in its mouth, and then paused on the lawn for a moment to watch me, watching it, through the window. Then it put the bird down (whether to check out its catch or get a better grip, I don't know), carefully picked it back up, still fluttering, looked up at me again and jogged slowly back into the woods.
Who needs TV?
Shabbat Shalom.
