It was a Saturday morning in late summer when something caught my attention as I was driving to a bridal shower. Glancing to my left, there, in the midst of a green meadow, was a little red fox. It was sitting in the open, scratching his ear! I said aloud (mind you, no one was in the car with me): “There’s a fox! What is that little fox doing there?” It was the first time since moving to Crown Point, Indiana, many years ago, that I had seen a fox within the city limits. This one seemed totally undaunted by the fact that he could be seen. Song of Solomon…