Happiness is sitting in the evening sunshine watching a vixen and her three cubs playing in the hedges. The cubs play with each other and run and roll without fear. They chase birds that alight near them. They are curious about everything.
As I walk slowly forward to the fence to observe them, the mother goes onto high alert and, with ears pricked up, she faces me head on. She looks directly at me, daring me to do her cubs any harm. They have picked up on her sense of potential danger and have moved their play closer to where she is rooted to the ground. But still they play.
She watches me as I watch her. Then she slowly slinks away along the border of the trees. Her three cubs obediently follow her.
I continue to watch them. She continues to watch me. The cubs have no interest in me.
They are learning how to be ... themselves in this environment. Nature ... watching.