Anybody who keeps up with me knows I value The Wild and probably more than I value the company of my own species. I’m sure I’ve quote 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea‘s andThe Mysterious Island‘s Captain Nemo more than once – “I’ve never found interaction with my species satisfactory.”
Ah, but The Wild holds endless fascination for me. From the invisible-to-others movements of the smallest pieces of the universe to the Universe itself…how can one not be enthralled by the sheer glory of it.
I ask you, have you ever heard the Universe sing?
Have you ever rested a moment on Saturn’s rings, caught your breath, prepare for the next leg of your journey, and ask the stars to catch you lest you fall in an abyss of time?
Not that such would be a bad thing.
From what most people experience in their day.
So these posts allow me to share what others can be aware of.
A first step, if you will.
I’ll go with you.
We can discover what’s out there together.
We are Graced by Coyote.
(Note the capital “G” above. No fool, I)
This sprightly gent dines elegantly on an apple core I tossed into our yard. Opossum most often dine on fruits and veges we offer, and Opossum can be right persnickety when they’re dining. Coyote avoid them more often than not.
Which tells us this fellow dines sans Opossum as either guest or host.
But there are Raccoon around because we can hear them chastising this handsome lad.
We leave out apple cores because a favorite snack (for me) is Granny Smith apples and chunky peanut butter (love the chunky kind, not so much the smooth kind (and that description tells you much about me and why I chose as I did)).
I often sit outside and The Wild come to me, take from my hand and dine with me.
Heck, Raccoon and Skunk come into my lap (I sit on the ground usually), stand up supporting themselves with their forepaws on my chest, and sniff my breath to determine if what I’m munching on is better than what I offer them (I do not recommend others do this).
Makes me wonder if I should share some apples and peanut butter with them.
Or with this fellow, any way.
Anybody like piles?
The following is a true story, something I witnessed when studying in Alba Nuah and Alba itself.
An elderly woman had an impacted tooth. Her jaw was swollen, she couldn’t eat, and spent most of her time suffering loudly.
One of my teachers was asked if he could help.
He wrote a prayer (in Scots Gaelic, of course. He regularly told me Scots Gaelic is the only true Gaelic. Evidently God, the angels, and Jesus also speak/spoke Scots Gaelic. I didn’t argue) on a piece of paper, folded it down down down until it was about half-an-inch on a side, and handed it to her.
“Chew this on your tooth. Your pain will go away and your tooth will be healed.”
She doubted, but he was well known for his knowledge and abilities, so chew she did.
After about five minutes of chewing, she looked up, her eyes wide, and smiled. “The pain’s gone!”
Her husband, watching carefully, said, “I wonder if that’d work for piles.”
My teacher almost fell over laughing.
I did, too.
But still I wonder.
And here, Hecate, Hermoine, and their piles.
For the past thirteen years one of my great joys is the return of Raccoon. I mentioned my first Raccoon encounter with Rocky aka Rockalina many times and still tear up thinking about her.
She was such a gentle soul. Petite by the standards of Raccoon we’ve seen over the past few years.
And each year the little mothers return. This young lass is the first of 2022’s mothers. The warmer weather has already had several little mothers return this year, 2023.
I may get to their videos next year.
You never know…
Once again, Raccoons gather.
We’re always so happy when our little furballs return in the Spring. I’m posting this in Feb ’23 and I recorded it in Mar ’22, just shy of a year ago.
Usually they come out of winter a tad leaner than these stout ladies here.
Leaner and often after a bit of raccoon loving, their bodies not yet swelling with kits waiting to be born.
We watch them bulk, make sure they have protein and fats, a good mix, so their teats will be full to nurse their young.
And then, a month or two later, kits!
But for now, a glorious grouping of garrulous girls.