Oh, They’re Quick, You know…

They can be quick, you know.

Sneaky.

And quick.

Perhaps they have something else to do?

Ever wonder if The Wild makes appointments?

If Coyote has other matters it must attend?

Aside from changing seasons, aside from sudden weather changes (is there such a thing as a “sudden weather change” in The Wild? I mean, aren’t they aware of such things? Doesn’t their weather-wizardry put Two-Legs’ best meteorologists to shame? One wonders…).

They know they must return to their den, their nest, their roost, their burrow, to feed young, to check on mates, to do things only The Old Ones alone know how to do or which even should be done?

One wonders…

If only we had the millions of years of accumulated wisdom as do they.

We do, of course. We are both products of evolution.

The big difference, me thinks, is they pay attention.

We don’t.

 

Mom and Pop Have Hungry Pups

There is a joy in sharing one’s bounty with the bountyless.

At least for us.

Long ago we made the mistake of openly giving to charities.

It was amazing how many hands appeared outside our door.

Hands attached to Two-Legs.

Blech!

Since then we’ve set things up to give anonymously.

We, ourselves, have no money to give.

Happy to give of our time, our knowledge, our experience, our backs.

Amusing anecdote along those lines.

More than thirty years ago I was involved with a non-profit center. They had no money for office software, lots of members, and lots of needs.

I was considered something of a programming wiz at the time and offered to develop a custom management system for them specific to their needs, no charge.

Wow! Sure! Thanks!

A month or so later I presented them with the system, the documentation, trained their staff, got pats on the back and many thanks, and left.

The next time I returned people were nervous around me. Not offish, only anxious. Confused, I said, “You do know the office system was a gift. I don’t want to be paid for it.”

The Director said she understood. I shrugged and looked around. “What can I do next?”

She explained their anxiety was around I gave them such a gift, way beyond what they could afford, and now they didn’t know what to do with me because there were no other software needs.

I laughed. “Joseph’s also good at lifting heavy boxes.”

She stared at me for a moment then burst out laughing. “Yeah. Right. I forgot that what you did when you first came to us.”

Two-Legs often stop seeing the person and start seeing a job.

Pity that.

 

A Lady Alone

Following up on last week’s rant about Two-Leggers attitude re bringing children into the world vs The Wild’s, more with our lovely Lady Coyote.

This video is from late March 2022 and I’m happy to announce she and her escort brought three healthy pups into the world.

They were delightful to watch, once mom and pop brought them around.

Good eatin’ at the Carrabis’, you know.

At some point we saw them less and less.

Better hunting elsewhere, I guess.

More safety, as well.

There be humans here, you know.

And The Wild knows.

Humans can’t be trusted.

 

Peanuts for Her Pups

I’ve heard people say there’s nothing more beautiful than a woman carrying a child.

Strangely, I rarely hear women make that statement.

Especially when they’re dealing with changing hormone structures, changes in their bone density and joints, the physical bloating, cravings and purgings that’d do a bulimic proud, swelling breasts, …

Sorry for this – It almost seems as if the men are proud of what they’ve done.

Somehow men forget what they contribute is – quite literally – the starting gunshot. They then get to sit back and watch the race from the comfort of wherever.

Wow.

Some kind of male-directed hostility on my part, huh?

I suppose it comes from my time ferrying pregnant women to safe medical facilities.

Scan the protesters and the majority are men.

Except for the women.

Who shout something about they went through this hell, now it’s your turn!

Yeah.

So, upon reflection, my hostility isn’t at men or women, really.

It’s about bringing unwanted children into the world, children who will not be cared for, nurtured, who will not be loved.

Unwanted children. Children abandoned by parents who never leave home, who abuse their children to the point where the children think of dying as an escape.

Yeah.

That really makes me mad.

But such doesn’t happen in The Wild.

There parents sacrifice for their offspring.

How come Two-Leggers forgot that?

 

He Likes Peanuts?

And now of much higher quality than I’m an object of curiosity (because my hands aren’t in the way), we see this strapping fellow in full.

I admit none of us would have known his presence were it not for the other wildlife taking to the trees and uttering epithets of such vehemence!

After all, this is the dinner hour to many of The Wild in our yard.

Which reminds me of a great standup routine by Sebastian Maniscalco about how telephone usage has changed over time.

It use to be that a ringing phone meant everybody pay attention, this could be important. Dinner? Ha! If somebody’s calling when they know we’ll be eating, you know it’s gotta be important because nobody in their right mind would destroy the sanctity of the family meal.

(and note Congress had to pass a law that phone solicitors couldn’t call during the “dinner hour”)

But now? Let it ring. They’ll call back or voicemail will get it. Who cares, we can’t be bothered.

I think the reverse is true with young people. They seem to crave something anything interrupting having to interact with their parents.

Which goes back to learning from one’s teachers, as mentioned last week…