Update from Pat The Foxman

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What is the best way to start all over again after a long absence? My bet is on foxes.

I have been to Thomastown a couple of times after the lockdown. Pat is busy in summer helping neighbors, looking after his chickens and ducks and his vegetable garden. We just share our pictures and news, talk about little Gorta and his latest adventures. Then a neighbor calls in and it is time to leave.

Henry, the 9 years old male fox, died this spring. He could live another couple of years, but the injuries he sustained as a cub took their toll. Henry had 176 stitches on his body and has been in pain all his life. Now all three foxes are united somewhere in the Universe where the rainbow bridges span over the land of milk and honey.

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Little Gorta is not that little any more. This playful one year old fox loves cuddles and snacks and lives a relaxed life of a spoiled daddy’s boy and a video star. He is house trained and has never spent a night in the shed. Here is a link to my first post about Gorta.

As you see, his color has changed. Baby foxes have black fur when they are born. It turns grey after a month and sand-colored for another 2-3 months. Now Gorta is as red as any other grown up red fox.

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One day we take Gorta to the field. He loves snail hunting.

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For his own safety, Gorta isn’t allowed to run free outdoors, but as he doesn’t know any better, the chain doesn’t seem to be bothering him. 

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He loves a belly rub and a game “I will catch your tail” 😉 He understands the words, and is all smiles and excitement.

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Life is going on. 

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Thank you for being so kind and understanding, my friends.

www.inesemjphotography Have a wonderful week! ❤

Midsummer 2021

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My favorite day, Midsummer, is almost over, but there is still time to weave a wreath, put some herbs around the house to repel evil spirits, look for a fern flower, light a virtual bonfire and stay awake until the sunrise. 

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I am not ready to continue with the blog yet, but I couldn’t miss this day. Drink in the magic of it, listen to promptings in your heart. Solstice means “The Sun standing still”. Steady your spirit. Be still and know – the magic of the Midsummer is yours:)

www.inesemjphotography With love.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day 2021!

Waterford City is having a Virtual St. Patrick’s Day this year. We need it! St. Patrick’s Parade is a highlight of the year, a beloved tradition we look forward to, celebration of community spirit, pride for our achievements, family fun, smiles and laughter. This year, for the sake of our mental health, we are going to parade in our gardens and around our homes. There is a Facebook page where we can share our projects.

I don’t remember what exactly was St. Patrick from the opening picture saying back in 2015. This year he would probably say “Stay sane!”

Here are a few pictures from yesteryears.

Then 2020 arrived…

Now we are on our own, making our way through the pandemic the best we can. Some people have got their “bubble”.

Some talk to themselves in the mirror, just to have a conversation with another human being.

Some put a mask on, stay away from others and wait. And wait.

So, let’s do something this St. Patrick’s Day. Let’s hit a Pound Shop/ Dollar Store, grab a couple of those gorgeous accessories and walk our own parade. 

Waterford City is sending you a Green Light:)

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

Lockdown

To mark the first anniversary of lockdown, I share some memories. The things we have lost. The things we miss.  We are in Level 5 since mid December. Some people are struggling to cope because they already have other challenges. For some people it is too much. It breaks my heart…

St Patrick’s Parade canceled for second year.

Travel restrictions devastated tourism and separated multinational families.

People are forced to remain within 5 km of their home, which is particularly hard on the residents living in city areas.

Lack of human contact and social interactions is the worst. I opened this old file from a charity event photo shoot and sighed. The last time I hugged a friend was at funeral in March 2020! I haven’t been out for a meal with a friend since last summer! Not that I cannot cope or anything, but sure all of this is doing an invisible damage. There are many other problems that have worsened since the pandemic began.

I have read some pandemic-themed books in the past. They turned out to be quite prophetic.

To finish on a good note: at least we have learned to appreciate a simple hug:)

Stay safe! Sending you many virtual hugs!