Our puppy, Nigel, discovered a weird and to a human, disgusting appetizer, wild goose poop. Before I could stop him, he had ingested several green droppings, which he discovered on our mid-day walk past the man-made pond in our neighborhood.
The next day, at exactly 2:48 am,
he barked me awake from a very warm and cozy sleep, with an urgent, I have
to go out..NOW.
I don’t fault the geese or the dogs, they both have a stake in the land. As do the coyotes and foxes that can prey on the smaller dogs, if they are not tethered to their two-legged companions.
Our eyes yearn for those pristine areas of majesty and our ears cry for their holy silence. When we see a photo, we are stunned by her beauty and wish to be transported, not to tame but to be held in her thrall, to honor, witness, and explore her wild wilderness.
So, when I see a coyote, or a fox, or a hawk flying high in the sky, I feel blessed to witness their wildness and I feel a measure of sadness as we continue to encroach on their stake in the land and force them into smaller and smaller spaces of survival. And I always make sure I know exactly where my four-legged companion is.
Nigel sounds like he felt like how Glen feels when Glen goes to OHI, The Optimal Health Institute. All those green juices! Or in Nigel’s case just the pulp please!
ReplyDeleteKidding aside.
Your thoughts and compassion for the environment and its wildlife and your identifying with American Indians makes me stand with you, one among your circle.🔆