Early Spring
Mountain life is full of surprises, and this is one I won’t forget.
We were rushing down the mountain, already late for a dear friend’s birthday party in the neighbouring village, when we spotted a fluffy bundle in the middle of the road. We pulled over to check and were shocked to find a helpless newborn animal. How had the mother dropped it there? Bin assumed it was a puppy, and since time was ticking, we didn’t inspect it closely—we wrapped the little creature in a towel and brought it along.
When we arrived, I proudly introduced our tiny castaway to the party guests. A debate immediately broke out: A baby mole? A tiny marten? Definitely not a dog or a cat. Finally, consensus was reached—it was a fox kit!
Realising our mistake, we cut our visit short and hurried back to the spot where we found him. Bin played baby fox cries on his phone to attract the mother, and we placed the little guy in a safe spot off the road. When we returned two hours later, just before midnight, he was gone with no trace of danger nearby.
With a mix of relief and hope, we went home having learned a big lesson: while saving lost puppies or kittens in the city is second nature, nature in the wild needs to be left to wildlife.
