Recovered Reynard

We spotted this fox in Butterfly Alley from a distance this morning. It's not just any old fox, it's our injured Reynard. It stood and stared at us for a while then trotted into the disused boiler house. I was so pleased. Last time I photographed it on 1st February it was still limping badly. Jazzy was a good girl, she didn't run at it as I told her to stay but had a lovely time sniffing its scent after it had gone.

Today's poem is A Supermarket In California by Allen Ginsberg. https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poems/detail/47660

At first reading I immediately thought it the work of a gay man. As it happens Ginsberg and Walt Whitman, who died in 1892 and Garcia Lorca, executed in 1936, who feature in it, were all gay. The poem was written in 1955. There were no supermarkets in the UK at the time. It's a great description of the new phenomenon which Ginsberg thought to be a sign that the America he loved was disappearing. The 'poking amongst the meats' is a homosexual reference but, "Who killed the pork chops?" rings true. Before supermarkets we knew exactly who killed our meat.

PS Sorry, I'm wrong, the first supermarket in the UK was opened in the UK in Manor Park, London on 12 January 1948. There certainly weren't any in The Dengie where I lived in the fifties. :)