And yet our minor differences separate us...

So poignant. Why can't we look beyond differences?

I've always wondered about this particular Bible verse from Isaiah:

The wolf also shall dwell with the lamb,
and the leopard shall lie down with the kid;
and the calf and the young lion and the fatling together;
and a little child shall lead them.
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Is it a metaphor or a prophesy of some future utopia?
Your photo shows that it can be a reality in the animal world, although all three animals are indeed carnivores.
It is a dream to aspire to in human society as well.

Thanks for the photo. It is really beautiful.
 

Aw, Jim. That is just too cute. The red fox is a beauty. I see them sometimes where I live. Lovely little critters. You love wildlife as much as I do it seems.
 
I used to have a wild rabbit come into the garden and lay down beside my dog.:)

Lovely photo Jim.
 
chic said:
Aw, Jim. That is just too cute. The red fox is a beauty. I see them sometimes where I live. Lovely little critters. You love wildlife as much as I do it seems.
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Prince Edward Island where my daughter lives must have millions of red foxes, black foxes, silver foxes. Just as raccoons thrive in most major cities nowadays, in Charlottetown which is the capital of the island, foxes are everywhere. The night I first met my little grand-daughter, we walked out into the parking lot of the hospital, after seeing her for the first time and standing in a pool of light from an overhead light standard, we were watched by a gorgeous red fox. After a moment he drifted away into the darkness. I've always thought of them ever since as her 'talisman' animal. And though her little wisp of hair started out as a sort of pale blonde, she is now a fiery little red head (with a temper to match I might add) and her favourite stuffed toy is a little fox that she calls 'Baby Box'. (she couldn't say the f's so it came out 'Box).
 
Debby said:
Prince Edward Island where my daughter lives must have millions of red foxes, black foxes, silver foxes. Just as raccoons thrive in most major cities nowadays, in Charlottetown which is the capital of the island, foxes are everywhere. The night I first met my little grand-daughter, we walked out into the parking lot of the hospital, after seeing her for the first time and standing in a pool of light from an overhead light standard, we were watched by a gorgeous red fox. After a moment he drifted away into the darkness. I've always thought of them ever since as her 'talisman' animal. And though her little wisp of hair started out as a sort of pale blonde, she is now a fiery little red head (with a temper to match I might add) and her favourite stuffed toy is a little fox that she calls 'Baby Box'. (she couldn't say the f's so it came out 'Box).
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A touching story Debby. Thank you.
 
Every time my dog sees a cat when I'm walking him, he wants so bad to get after it. Not barking......just pulls hard to move closer to the cat. I wonder what he would do if he ever got to one? I have my doubts he wants to cuddle like the one in the pic.
 
Very lovely, Jim, thanks for this thread. I grew up not making a deal out of our differences, I wasn't taught to see or note any differences, at least not by my parents or those in my family. It wasn't till adulthood these things resignated more and became a bit of an issue in my minds eye from those around me. I wasn't blind to things, just not centered or focused on it.

I have such great memories of my little playmates from childhood, even a story some would think too embarrassing, but, I look on it fondly and have mentioned it to a friend or two in the past. Anyway, I think maybe I was just lucky, because my exposure was different than others and always had a diverse group of friends from as young as age 4.
 
Sweet Jim, animals are so much better and more advanced than us in may ways...from a true animal lover here.

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I bet that beautiful bird is soft and warm cuddling up to the sweet kitty. We had a dog once, a Cairn terrorist, who thought he was a cat. When he was outside on the sun deck of my childhood home, we would stare at him through the kitchen window. When he caught sight of us, he would stare straight into our eyes. Next, he would proceed to stalk us, lifting one foot at a time, inching toward us. It was adorable. Needless to say, he was raised in a house of cats. When he was dying, (he was sick less than a day), the three oriental cats sat in a semi circle around him, keeping him company until he died. It was very beautiful.
 
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