There is a joy in caring for The Old Ones.
I find a joy in caring for The Old Ones.
I don’t want to supplant the natural ways. Evolution has designed each to be the epitome of their moment in time.
And still…
And still…
To be trusted…
More than trusted, accepted, by a wild animal. To recognize it knows you will not harm it, will cause it no pain, will let it be what it is intended to be.
What a gift.
What a gift.
Picky eater lol.