Quite the Life (and all in Times New Roman 10pt!)
There are some blessings…that leave one wordless. Not quite speechless (that would truly be a blessing) but wordless.
The Wild finds ways to delight and amaze even when one’s delight and amaze buttons are exhausted.
Here, a herd of deer came to visit. They stayed quite a while.
We are blessed.
Not long after we videoed A MidWinter Flock Strutting to Annie Lennox, we were pleased to see some Toms get in on the action.
They no doubt heard the womens were getting some good listening in and didn’t want to be left out.
You know how turkey are.
But the mens are a bit shyer than the womens.
Pity.
Consider all that good listening they didn’t get.
Not to mention, being typical males, they insisted the women leave with them.
I tell you, guys ruin all the fun.
Turkeys, regardless of the season, are wondrous.
This is posted in early July but the video is from February, hence MidWinter.
This is a small flock compared to our usual turkeying. Could be due to the season, could be due to the construction on the other side of our woods, could be not all turkeys are fans of Anne Lennox.
We are. Fans. Amazing voice. Can’t understand a word she says when she’s talking but gosh can she sing.
The turkeys don’t mind if she talks.
So long as she does sing.
They gobble her up.
Opanina the Opossum needs food.
All animals forage, and we tend towards kindness to The Old Ones when we’re able.
It’s that “pay it forward” thing we do.
The Wild brings us such joy due to its simplicity.
All things are in balance.
Until Man appears.
Man does not understand balance.
I’ve previously mentioned the construction going on the far side of our wood, most recently in They ain’t tiny little raccoons no more and The Flock.
Said construction is affecting our little piece of The Wild. More creatures show up daily, often multiple times each day, foraging for anything we might leave about.
Whatever we do leave about is gone quickly.
And there are squabbles now. There always were and they were seldom and few. Now we hear them daily.
It is birthing time and there are young ones to feed; Raccoon, Opossum, Coyote, Rabbit, and others.
It is not our duty to feed them all. It is our pleasure to do what we can.
For The Wild.
Here we see a hawk in January (we watch year-round, post as we can).
Poor thing; cold toes and a good wind.
Hawks don’t fret much about the wind.
They are the Lords of it.
All winged ones, actually.
Humans are, unless taught otherwise, two-dimensional thinkers.
We lost the third dimension twice in evolutionary history; once when our ancestors crawled out of the ocean and again when our ancestors descended from the trees.
Being two-dimensional, we’ve lost the ability to swim deep waters and fly long skies.
Pity.
There is a saying among my kind; Whenever an Old One dies, a library is lost.
We can not imagine what wisdom we’ve lost by destroying the oceans and skies.