Front Row Center

I've got the best seat in the house for the greatest show in town with performances morning, noon and night.  It's a theater in the round, so it doesn't matter where I sit.  Yesterday the play was a comedy.  While milking, I watched a fox taking a shortcut come bouncing across the front yard, obviously upwind of Bessie Anne who was dozing in the shade.  The fox had not been anywhere near the chickens because at the first sight of a predator they will set up a ruckus that would raise Lazarus.  Bess lifted her head and it was an "Oh, crum!" moment for both fox and dog.  (The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.)  Stock still for a minute (I wish I could have seen their faces), the fox turned and ran, with Bessie on its tail.  For once, Bessie Anne showed good sense and didn't pursue far.  She couldn't have caught it anyhow, and it was way too hot to be running around.