Category: Nature

Nature

Nature’s Love

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I cut back the property roses to keep them healthy, and now they are blessing us with tons of pink gaeity.

My youngest supported my getting our vegies into pots, despite the warnings our efforts could be for naught.

The snow peas that had waited too long in their 6-packs are producing fast and furious.

We’ve gotta strategize for our somehow continuum, even in the face of oblivion.

Nature

Tom And The Ladies

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I followed a gobbler around this evening. He was strolling at the end of a lane and I just had to meet him. We walked slowly together for some time while I maneuvered around him carefully on foot so as to not alarm him.

So intent was I upon him, that I soon found myself only several feet away from his flock of two hens interweaving while they picked delicately at the grass.

They were gracious.

Nature

A Sad Truth

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I didn’t want to say it, but the little injured mouse perished.

And this evening when “freeing” another one out into the cold, wet elements, the hound brought something in from along the back fence in the dark.

It was another dead one, and I realized tbat my desire and effort to grant a second chance to the mouslings may have been resulting in a different version of doom.

Nature

An Injured Mouse

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There was a mouselet slowly flipping around on the kitchen floor this morning.

I think a cat had gotten to it.

I couldn’t put it outside in that condition, for it definitely would not be able to fend for itself.

Might as well put it in a baggy in the freezer instead (more humane) if I was going to commit.

But I didn’t.

Instead, I put the poor love into a terrarium with a towel, food, and water to see if it can self regulate.

Soon after, I found it lying on the cold glass floor of the enclosure, and put it back into the towel.

Hours later, I found it struggling feebly in the shallow jar lid full of 1/4″ of water.

So with gloves on, I pulled it out gently by its tail and patted it dry as I redeposited it into folds of the towel.

At last evening check, it was still in the towel with its face peeking out.

I want it to be comfortable.

I want it to feel cherished.

I hope it recovers.

Compositions, Nature

Tones Of Fealty

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I called the “Jack of Trades” to come help me.

I had known that the mice were beginning to move into the garage due to the extended freeze we had experienced recently.

And now I had just seen one very fat adult mouse inside the house – perched on top of our dryer!

We needed to intervene immediately – but I was not ok with ‘Jack’s” initial outright assertion that we would kill the critters.

To me, this did not feel right.

I could understand that when working in agriculture, mice can be so devastating to crops (and thus human livelihoods) that survival can come to an “us or them” battle by applicable philosophy.

But that was not the case here.

We just needed to round the mice up and prevent their returned entry.

Yet, initially, I was confused by the panicked discovery of “invasion” having gone too far.

As we waited for landlord approval to install a basket-sealed dryer vent in order to effectively address the situation, I internally prevaricated, unsure of the best decision.

Then, upon returning home one evening, I found a young mouse’s dead body curved along the inside of the cat food bowl.

The sadness and regret I felt in finding life taken in this manner tugged at me.

The next morning, as I sat down briefly onto the toilet in groggy awakening, what must have been a sibling to the prior youth darted into the bathroom near my feet from under the door, looked up and saw me – then darted out again.

With that unnerving “what the?!” it was time to make a decision!

As I prepped to drive to the Home Depot to determine which traps to purchase, I was suddenly drawn into the most recent “great worm harvest” experience, where I rescued likely over 200 worms from incoming snow exposure and redistributed them to planted pots in my garden.

While gathering them one-by-one for about an hour and shivering from cold as the insides of my nose melted, I had eased into a state of meditation and soon found myself sometimes humming – as if crooning to the worms to gain their cooperation.

I was certainly quietly talking to them when tbey resisted!

A sense of peace and wonder filled my core about how the many forms of life on our planet exist for purposes, and that we are all dependsnt upon one another for our own species’ continued survival.

And it felt right that I wanted to help preserve life – in fact, I would want forces greater than humanity to also offer me/us the same consideration!

During this process, my compassion was able to work past the cognitive dissonance of societal programming’s assertion that my duty as a human was to defend my home violently.

For I remembered my family’s decision to be gentle with nature during those challenging three years on the mountain – and how, in return, nature and its wildlings had also found ways to live with us peacefully.

Nature, Stream of Thought

Surrogate

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I heard them coming before I saw them fly overhead, more serene in their calls than other flocks’ usual.

I was astonished to see a smaller goose flying amidst their v-stream, keeping a moderate pace with them – though it seemed its wiings were more quick-capable.

Perhaps the flock was less distressed, having taken on this extra traveler.

Or maybe its presence fit something they had been missing and needed.